Tuesday was dramatic. Several of my co-workers went home sick so I was asked to stay and work late that night. It was epically stressful because the day had already been a disaster in my class, so being asked to stay later was not what I wanted to hear. The other problem was, that night, my co-worker convinced me to combine our classes (against the boss's instructions) and ended up getting us in trouble for it. Since I hadn't worked the closing shift before, I really didn't know what was the usual protocol so I went with it...big mistake. The bosses apparently found out and, little did we know, we were going to get reamed for it the next day.
I stress ate that night, downing a salmon burger, fries, and several cookies. I went to bed with a major stomach ache.
Pickled peer pressure.
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