i complain

Working a double shift at the bar today because someone called out, and my knees are absolutely screaming. The arthritis is no joke when it rains in the city. I was literally limping behind the espresso machine by 2 PM. We had a rush of tourists who couldn’t figure out how to read a basic menu, and I swear to god I almost lost my mind when one guy snapped his fingers at me. You do not snap at a barista, especially not one in a foul mood wearing a vintage black mourning cardigan. I just stared at him until he put his hand down. Sometimes looking a little intimidating is the only perk of my whole goth aesthetic. I practically crawled into an Uber at the end of the day because the subway stairs were just not happening. The driver was totally silent, bless him, and I just watched the city blur by in the rain. I’m so tired I can’t even think straight, but I have to get up and do it all again tomorrow. Send help, or at least some ibuprofen.