So I think my writing is slowly coming back.

I don't know how long it'll last today, because I've got the urge to play Dawn of War II Retribution and my Warrior in WoW. However any writing is good at this point.

Have a preview. (This is what some nights at work feel like for me.)

I was exhausted. My arms were sore from being locked in 't-rex' arms all evening. My legs were sore from not sitting down for hours, as well as constantly shifting my weight from leg to leg. My fingers twitched occasionally and I could see skin peeling from all over.

The sink was an absolute mess. I'd long since lost any for of organization. Salad pats sat wedged between downstairs plates and the fancier upstairs plates.

Kids lats sat between stacks of the flat plastic plates I hated and the regular small plastic plates we used (most of said plastic plates were covered in stains.

Cups were covering not only the counter but counter in front of the dishwasher, so much so that I couldn't make a place for a rack. There were more than a few sangria glasses that were just sitting on the edge of the counter precariously (and they just had to be filled with wine. Which meant stains.)

Bins (that I hadn't been able to get to during the night) lay stacked haphazardly underneath the sink. I'd tripped on one more than once during the night.

The silverware bucket was overflowing. Forks and knives were covered in slowly drying cheese. Spoons were covered in chocolate sauce. At some point somebody had shoved one of the rubber spatulas into the silverware bucket, and of course it had to be covered in ranch. Because nobody listens.

I blinked. Trying to process everything. It was Friday right? That would explain this.

I looked over to the office and saw Jake clocking out on the laptop. He turn and waved as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Have a good night Jared."

I forced a small weak smile onto my lips. "You too..."

I turned back towards the dishes. However, before I could do anything-

"Hey Jared." The voice of Hanna, one of the waitresses, grabbed my attention.

I looked over at her. She was giving me the shittiest of shit eating grins. "So we'd like to be out of here before Ten. Think you could pick it up a bit?"

I felt the corners of my eyes begin to sting. "S-sure."