Day Stop
My days ran into each other. It was paradise, to some, but to me it was work and home and work and home. It was a hot afternoon, I was tired – feeling beat up by tourists yelling at me, from constant demands and immediate emergencies, I.e., broken water pipes, flooded bathrooms, late arrivals, lockouts. The small resort I worked at was full of vacationers, and everyone needed me to do something for them. I was drained.
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