I had an embarrassing emotional meltdown over the fry station at work (there were tears and me snapping at a coworker over an order I'd screwed up) because I couldn't stop thinking about T and our sister and phone calls that fucking spell doom. The manager sent me on break and I was still crying by the time I came back so she let me trade hours with a co-worker after I explained what is happening and go home. I made sure to apologize to the person I snapped at before I left because it was all my baggage I couldn't let go in order to do my fricking job no matter how hard I tried.
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