He woke up nervous.
What the fuck is that all about? How do you wake up nervous?
The rules of life say you wake up refreshed. Make yourself the greatest cup of coffee ever brewed. Read the paper. Eat an omelet.
But this guy, for Christ sake, this guy wakes up nervous. On his day off.
He's nervous about tomorrow. Another work day. He's nervous in advance. What weapons are in his possession that will allow him to defeat the day? To fucking win? To not make stupid mistakes?
Stupid mistakes infuriate him.
By the time he gets a little coffee in him, nervousness has backed off a little. It lurks in the back of his mind. Feels like a piece of meat stuck between his teeth. Makes him uncomfortable but not enough to grab the floss.
Will he have answers for the questions that are asked? Will he be able to deal with the technical glitches that are inevitable in laptops and printers and credit card machines every single fucking day?
And what about this procedure and that procedure and new procedures and altered procedures?
Will there be guidance? Will it be timely?
Can he punch a brainless customer in the face?
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