I worked five hours last night, it really shouldn't have been that bad. But, you know, it was Sunday night, it was snowing, no one's going out to rent a movie.

We were getting all of the closing stuff ready, and I made the error of saying I was tired. My boss says, "Yeah, me too, but I don't get out of my other job until 7 in the morning."

"When do you sleep?"

"Between 8 and 11, because at 1 I have to come back here. So while you're in first and second period I'm catching up on sleep."

Then I feel like crying, so I just put my head on the table while she finished writing stuff up.