Every. Time. -_-

Three weeks ago, my friend asked me if I wanted to help out with a “small job that would only be from 8PM to 1AM.” I agreed. Easy money, right?

Yeah, no.

It turned out to be from 8PM until we were done, which ended up being 4AM. And I had already worked my normal hours at my other job. So I was pretty beat.

It started out really fun. Then, our boss began going crazy on us and slowly started turning into a slave-driving Nazi. He especially picked on me because I gave him attitude back. Every five minutes, he nagged up a storm.

On top of that, a coworker that looked disturbingly like Justin Bieber kept hitting on me. She’d pop out of nowhere and invade my personal space. One thing about me is that, unless I invite you into my bubble, you should never invade my personal space. It’s just a rule. So if anyone is wondering what it feels like to be hit on by Justin Bieber, it’s creepy. Very creepy.

What made it all better was the fact that I got to work with two of my best friends and my sister. I even made a new friend! :D

As we worked, we noticed that we were the only Hispanics there. It was almost like the Martha Stewart and/or Kardashian sweatshops, where they imported hired a bunch of random Mexicans. The upside was that no one there spoke Spanish, so we were able to talk shit in our language and they had no clue what we were saying.

The work was grueling, tedious, monotonous, and at times painful.

We had a “lunch,” but since nothing is open at 1AM in this godforsaken town, we had to go to my friend’s office and steal the food out of their refrigerator. My lunch consisted of cinnamon donuts and Coke Zero. I had a sugar high and crashed like a mutha shortly after.

During one of my “tasks,” a box of glitter exploded all over myself and my friend. It got in our eyes, our respiratory system, and I even managed to get some in my blister. We wrote a song titled “Glitter in My Blister.” It has the potential to become a huge hit. For Ke$ha.

But even though it sucked major ass, we had a lot of fun together. I worked a total of fifteen hours straight today. And I have to be up in a few hours to go to my normal job, then clean an office afterwards. Right now, I am emotionally scarred, emotionally and physically drained, and I literally cannot feel anything. Including my soul. I now understand the term “Graveyard Shift.”

I have reached that point where you’re so tired, you can’t sleep. Like you’re in a Twilight Zone, or Gary Busey’s mind. Which is why I’m writing this right now.

The only way I can even come close to describing my current state is through this .gif:

Aaand … goodnight … er, morning, y’all.