Daily Rantics

I feel like, I'm a waitress, and I'm walking around a busy restaurant, with 4 too many plates, and I have these horrible customers who are yelling at me for more bread, but I don't have enough hands to carry another plate of bread, so they are harassing me and telling me they are going to get me fired, and so I attempt to pick up another bread for them because I don't have the balls to tell them to shove their bread where the sun doesn't shine, but anyhow, I know I have too much on my arms, and that another plate might mean the whole thing going down in a mess, but I still pick it up for them. My back hurts and my arms are screaming and my fingers are white from holding onto the plates, and my head is spinning and I'm in the middle of this huge restaurant and everyone is looking at me because I'm a mess and people are still yelling for their bread.




and thats my life right now.



I don't know how it ends. Do I break all those plates? I hope not. I hate the sound of breaking plates.