Today I got home from work feeling a little odd. Well, not odd. Off. A little off from how I usually am when I get home from an overnight shift.
It wasn’t a bad night. People came in, ordered their drinks, expected things to be done a certain way. I get it. I’m used to it. At the end of the day, after all is said and done, things didn’t blow up, things got done, and drinks were made.
I’ve been doing that for what feels like a decade. It’s not true, of course. I’ve only been working overnight shifts at Starbucks for over three years. I’ve worked overnight shifts for nearly a decade though and in that time frame I’ve learned that there really is a large variety of people that like to abuse any system set in place by any company.
It makes me sad.
I try to block out those pesky thoughts. Some days I succeed and some I don’t. That’s just the way life is, I guess.