would like to present a scenario to all of you that i experienced yesterday
>have to work a 4am-12pm shift at work to help get a new store in your company open
>acknowledge that there was no way you were getting to bed where'd you'd get enough sleep
>for some insane reason instead to shoot for getting No Sleep instead of Not Enough Sleep
>youre 30 years old. you haven't pulled an all nighter since your early 20s outside of the time covid gave you insomnia and you were awake for three days straight
>the day before you watched the classic Eminem as a 2nd Century Warlord video on repeat
>youre already exhausted. you got a coffee en route to try and help. you never drink caffeine, and as it always does, it combines with your Mental Illnesses to make you feel truly insane
>time passes miserably slow as you spend 6 hours doing constant manual labor as you and a bunch of people are running all over lifting and putting down boxes full of merchandise all over
>entire time your brain as if in some desperate need to find something to attach to in order to ignore the State you are in repeatedly goes "first day as a second century warlord-" at random intervals
>you're so tired. you're in Pain. you've been awake for 24 hours at this point. you've seen the sunset, the night run its course, and then the sun rise once more. you've been on your feet without the chance to sit down for 6 hours now
>start coming up with your own 2nd century warlord stuff. 17th day as 2nd century warlord you're too nervous before the day of an early morning battle so you decide to stay up all night only realizing it was a bad idea when you arrive at the battle with your men and you're too tired to properly direct your troops
>last two hours of your shift hits and you blessedly now just get to spend the rest of your time opening up & putting out t shirts
>pop earbuds in and listen to music during this final stretch to try to ignore how tired and In Pain you are
>look down at your phone. 20 minutes left. nearly 8 hours of torment almost over. you're so tired. your legs and arms and back and hips and feet hurt so much. you've spent the last hour getting by envisioning the nap you're going to take when you get home
>pause your music to answer a question from another person working
>realize some of the other people there have a speaker on with music of their own playing
>instantly are hit with the opening three seconds of The Real Slim Shady
