Split Shift

I'm on a break between shifts. We've had a ludicrously busy day. I'm telling you, its been beyond a fucking joke. What do these people want from me, blood? Who do they think they are? Who do they think I am? I'm only one person... I cannot stem the tide of relentless harrying for food and coffee... I stand between the customers and their quarry of caffeine and fat and they care not if I fall to the wayside in their vanguard assault. "It's getting to me" she said, stating the patently obvious. I keep forgetting the names of everyday waiting items like 'Napkin' and 'Salt and Pepper' and 'Cutlery'. I've got tomorrow off. I need to get out of the Cocacabana and do something. I need to investigate Adelaide at large! I need to leave SA and move on to bigger and brighter things. Like WA.