I feel like a zombie. My brain is plagued with a constant hum, and though I don’t feel sleepy, I’m tired, like all I want to do is lay down and veg… like do nothing, think of nothing, feel nothing… like a zombie. Do you think anyone would notice if I walked around with my arms out, moaning to myself?

I have concluded that people are just not meant to work eight nights in a row. Regardless of how well you sleep, your mind and body rebel, like, noooooo, no, no, no, do not ever, ever, ever do this again or there will be consequences and I guarantee that you will not like them…

Should I listen? Yes; will I? I doubt it. There will always be days when the job is short staffed, and I happen to need a boost in my paycheck. Is it worth it? Ask me after my sink is draining again.