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I'm so exhausted... Yesterday I worked a total of eleven hours. That's eleven hours of serving coffee, espresso, lattes, hot chocolate, mochas, and other coffee based beverages. Do you realize that after eleven hours of that you begin to go crazy!? Then, when I finally got home at ten fifteen last night I couldn't go to sleep.... nooooo.... it wouldn't be that nice and easy just to crawl into bed and sleep. Instead my drunk brother comes home after the Bob Dylan concert with his friend, and he decides that he just wants another drink and to have a smoke. Then they (Justin and his friend) sit out the garage while they listen to music... which they slowly turn up louder... and louder. By this time its past midnight. My parents periodically come downstairs to the garage to check on the drunks. Sometime during this all, the drunks managed to knock a painting over that was sitting the garage that created a domino effect and made a jug of gas fall over and leak all over the garage floor. Soon the fumes had invaded the entire basement- including my room.
Finally, around one o'clock my mother convinced Justin to go to bed before he passed out from intoxication. Finally I was safe and able to fall asleep at what was now one thirty.
Oh- and here's the catch. I had to get up at six o'clock to be at work at seven o'clock this morning. So yeah. With less than five hours of restless sleep I was back at work. Luckily it was an easy shift... the market isn't very busy at that time of the morning. Now I'm home resting, and trying to recouporate so I can be at work for five this evening. (Yeah... I have another double shift day today... 7-11, then 5-10.)
Never have I wanted peace and sanity more. I just hate the fact that my brother causes so much tension and honestly makes me scared to be in my own house. There is a major line violated when one can't even feel safe going to sleep in their own bed at night. I hate it, and I wish my brother would just get help and get a life.
posted by">Hayley @
10:50 AM
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