Jason sat in his
booth, letting the now cold coffee run down his throat in hopes of prolonging
his sleep deprivation. A cold, shitty coffee, but for a dollar, he couldn’t
complain much about a cheap fix to get him through another graveyard shift. At least
not too much. He leaned back in the standard issue metal, fold chair until the
back of his head hit the Plexiglass window. Jason glanced up at the monitor on
the corner of the desk and then began to entertain the idea of taking a short
nap on the 1’ by 3’ space. Unfortunately it appeared that the sadist who
designed the booth had already given thought to this possibility and had raised
the desk to an uncomfortable height. Shit, everything shit. A shit night, with
a shit coffee, at a shitty job. However with little job experience,
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