Same drives, same lights, same weather, same faces, same conversations. Tired of this place.
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I can't stand the sound of people eating. The sound literally makes me angry. Why have I worked at so many restaurants?
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I really should blog more. I think about so much stuff. Maybe I'll sleep better. Sill raining. All my manager does is gossip. I don't want any tables tonight. I almost don't care about the money. I hate compromising for money. I hate money. I told my dad that and he said I just hate not having enough. I just want to do something that makes me happy. I guess that's too much to ask for in a recession. This music is awful. My legs are still sore.
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