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On a whim, you decide to pull your phone out. You haven't checked it all night. You look hopefully at the screen as it turns on, but your heart starts to race as the numbers and text on your phone are completely unintelligible. You rub your eyes, but nothing changes.

What is happening to you?

"Marco!" You look up. Jared's giving you a concerned look. Shane just stares.

"Huh? What?"

"Nothing, man. I said your name like twice. You spacing out?"

"Oh. Sorry, yeah. I think it might just be too late." Jared smirks.

"Too late, or too early?"

"Too early?"

"Well, yeah. Your morning shift starts in a few minutes." Huh?

"My— my what?"

"Your morning shift. Wow, you're usually on top of this."

"I— sorry. It's... been a long night. God, how am I going to get there in time?" Your manager places a hand on your shoulder.

"Marco. Take a deep breath." You don't respond. You just inhale until you can't, then exhale it all out. "Feel a bit better?"

"Yeah." He nods.

"This job sucks. It messes with your head all the time. Just try and keep your head on straight, yeah?" You don't really know how to feel. On one hand, you're a little grateful to have Jared as a manager. You were never on the greatest of terms, but these past two times you've interacted with him have been rather swell. On the other, he's completely missing what's messing with your head. You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Thanks, Jared."

"No problem. Just walk on down when it gets close to clock-in."