Well a few more days have passed and I'm still working twelve hour shifts, thirteen if you count my lunch break. I've already lost count of how many times I've been yelled at by both Joan, my supervisor, and angry customers. I am really struggling to breath in the stupid masks they are making us wear. On top of all of that I've been so tired lately that I can't even dream at night any more.
I sigh as I try to stock some steaks, one of the few things we actually still have in stock. Just then this lioness with eyes filled with anger and hate approaches me shaking the store's weekly ad in my face while yelling, "You call yourselves an essential store but you have no toilet paper! Why do you get to work while my husband can't you're as useless as this ad. What kind of idiot are you to run out of toilet paper?"
