J. Cross, Manager

Today is Tuesday. You recall this when you wake up to your alarm clock which sounds like a drunk kitten being drowned in chicken broth. You can't describe the sound in a realistic sense, other than that it's horrible and you hate it. Tuesdays are the worst, because you always work on Tuesdays and the truck shipment always comes in that morning. This isn't unfamiliar, or difficult. You just hate large trucks for some reason. You can't remember why... so you usually hide out in the break room until the truck is gone and everyone has already unloaded it. Then you come out and stock merchandise.

As your sitting at the break room table, you realize that you didn't get much sleep last night after being on the phone with a girl named "Essence" for many hours of the night. You realize you are starting to drift into a state of sleep. Damn are you tired. You slowly put your head down on the table which is cold like wet concrete, and dirty... like wet concrete. You're starting to fall asleep...