An 8-hour night shift in a fast food chain makes me feel bored and uncomfortable, especially for a person who loves the sun and likes the noise of the city with people rushing through the train station to get to their work on time
Staring at the blank tables, looking through the glass window with empty parking lots and the deafening silence makes the place more uncomfortable; one crew was moping the floor, the other one was checking the inventory, and the three of us in the counter, the two are hooked on their cellular phones to check on their facebook account while there are no customers approaching the counter, thanks to the free Wi-Fi service.
Since my phone doesn’t appear to have any means to internet connection, I decided to update my messages on my inbox. It was a long time since I read my text messages on my phone.
I was looking through my old text messages to delete some texts. Then suddenly, I found this: