Dear Self,

Yes, a pharmaceutical concoction of OTC painkillers, several antihistamines, and prescriptions may get rid of your migraine. In fact, you may not be feeling any pain at all despite your coworkers' repeatedly whacking you on the head. But please bear in mind the rather strange state of mind it may put you into. For instance, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again" may come out instead as "If at first you don't fricasee, fry, fry a hen." While this probably won't bother the people used to you, this is not a place you want to be when the district manager decides that "I'll be visiting you guys tomorrow, but I thought I'd pop in tonight and see how things were going." Yipes.

Of course, you knew exactly who she was as soon as she walked into your back room, by the way she moved and carried herself. She was in charge. It wasn't the nicest thing to do to Leigh, but at least when you were hiding in the antibac, you weren't saying anything stupid. After all, it wasn't until after she left that the chaos really began. "She comes and makes us all paranoid."

It's a good thing you don't know who piled the bloody wallflowers all over the floor, so you can't carry out your death threats against them. Also a good thing you don't wear a watch anymore. You didn't want to know what time it was when you had to drag the cardboard out there again in the cold rain. But you stick with it, you laugh at the thought of "leaving at 11:30 like we were scheduled." No, you clean that place up, fix the wrath of coworkers and employees alike. Because as little as you all care about anything by the end of the night, and as much as you laugh at Jen when she says it- "It's more than a job, it's a way of life."