Chanin Kaye

Tales From The Breakroom

It was my second double shift of the week. Rent was due in three days and I hadn't quite made enough to cover it. Unfortunately, working doubles was a necessary evil and yet still barely equal to one full shift from before covid-times. I sat in the windowless breakroom picking calcified gum out of the crevices of my non-slip shoes, trying to forget I still had over an hour to kill between shifts.