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DELSFINSTA absolutely fighting for my life rn. Going to work hungover as FUCK.
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USERNAME I feel you sis it's not easy 😭
USERNAME lmao you better than me I woulda called in sick!
USERNAME stay strong bae you got this 🤣
MONEYMASE I'm going through it tooooo ↳DELSFINSTA good! What you deserve as you're the one to blame.
LANI_RIVERS no way you went to work ↳DELSFINSTA money affi mek 😔
CAPTAINAMERICA you're heavy as hell btw. ↳DELSFINSTA rude!!! ↳USERNAME bye 💀 ↳USERNAME lmao
DELINA was mentally cursing herself after every step she took that got her closer and closer to work. She had wished she called in sick, her migraine was a sharp one. However unfortunately for her, her job didn't give out sick pay. Another reason why she hated the place.
It was a restaurant, an Italian one, located in central London. Soho to be more specific. Due to where it was located it was always busy, even on Mondays when majority of people were at work, it was still jam packed.
What made it unbearable for Delina and many other workers was the fact that it was highly unorganised regardless of having a good 3-4 managers and general managers.
The aspiring interior designer, walked through the doors of her workplace. A smile given to her by every employee there. She was really liked there. Got on with everyone.
She said a few quick hi's and then ran upstairs to the staff room to change into her uniform consisting of an apron and a shirt.
Once she was changed she was back down stairs on the floor, checking over to section plan to see which one out of the four sections she'd be on.
She was at the back today, thankful as it was slow paced compared to the front. Customers generally preferred sitting at the front.
Her day went by normally, thankfully it wasn't too busy today so she didn't have to serve many customers which limited her talking—something she was thankful for as her head was pounding.
