Driving to work.

Driving to work is usually dreadful, because I work for a store that sells clothes for the persistent partier. 

I don't fit into that category. At all. 

So to numb my mind before I walk into a world where ignorant shoppers dwell,[Stories about my struggle with these "ignorant customers" will come ] I blast music in my car as loud as possible and sing at the top of my lungs. If it's metal music, I head bang. The faces of confusion I usually get from parallel drivers are always really amusing.

But then the moment of pulling into the parking lot of my beloved job, and I have to use every positive thought about working there to make me walk through the entrance doors. Things like, "it's only 7 hours" and "your getting paid" are usually what gives me that extra nudge. But then I clock in, and contemplate if I should pretend to be sick, or break my leg just so I can give the people who own the store a reason for my absence. All in all, the people I work with are fantastic, because they share my pain. Maybe not my thinking, but I know for sure that they feel my pain. 

Welcome to retail.