But such is not the case.

If there were anyone here with any sense:

1. I would not be lifting really fucking heavy speakers up a ladder over my head into the attic.

2. Food would precede (and perhaps avert) a collapse into shaking and tears.


Update: I only barely got food in time. They were asking me really hard questions, like 'debit or credit', and I had to struggle to understand what she meant. Also, I remembered caffeine, once I saw coffee cups. Next shift starts in ten minutes!