Sometimes at the new shop, I get so bored that I forget why I love my job. For six hours, I alternate between (a) fighting the urge to quit and (b) giving meaningful, top-notch customer service to the few who do come in. C'mon Angie, stay with it! It's good, very good, that I get a couple shifts every week at the old place to remind myself of the magic of actually laboring behind the bar. I look forward to the end of summer when business is sure to pick up and I get to lose myself once again in mindless multitasking. I'm going to start attending morning ballet again for some fulfillment to my days. For now, I sit with Harry Potter yeah...
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