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Perks of you BF Working in a Coffee Shop
I'm feeling pretty sicky, so I'm going to take the rest of the week to catch up on work and rest
“Hello, I’m Julia and I’ll be your server today!”
Don’t make her angry or she’ll make your soup cold
Some vent art. Sometimes it feels like my anxiety and I coexist together, other times it feels like it won’t get off of me. It’s days like this where it becomes too much, but it’ll be ok eventually.