The last few days had been shit. Complete, whole, certified organic shit. Now, could today get any worse? Who knew? She still had four hours left of her shift to find out with, not that she wanted to add to the list of things making her want to just burst into tears, but that was the truth.
"Have a nice day." She told a customer as they walked away with their bag of food, forcing a hollow smile to her face as she watched them leave. None of these people knew or cared about her problems, so she wouldn't let on that there were any. She'd just smile and keep being her usual, cheerful, dorky self and nobody would suspect a thing. They'd never have any way of knowing that she was just one more minor inconvenience or fuck up away from having a total breakdown.
She was weak. She was pathetic. She couldn't talk to anyone. They wouldn't listen even if she did. She was better off just up and leaving again. Nobody here cared about her. Nobody here cared at all.
"Roxanne?" A voice jolted her back to reality. "Are you ok?"
Her heart stopped for a moment as she looked up from her register, glancing into the concerned brown eyes of her manager.
"Oh, uh, yeah..." Roxanne smiled at her supervisor, faking a yawn into her arm as she leaned against the counter. "Just tired."
"Alright, well..." Her manager reached down under the counter, grabbing a red bucket of soapy water. "You know what Jake says."
Roxanne rolled her eyes with a mildly annoyed grin. "Yeah, yeah, if there's time to lean, there's time to clean."
