Work.

I work. Thirteen hours with two breaks. One half hour and a fifteen minute before my other co workers and i close the dining hall down.
i work till my knees hurt and my feet burn. I work till i start hearing my name being called in all directions. Sleep deprived because of my creativity and my thoughts that haunt me every single day. Tired and exhausted, but i still work.
I work till every student that comes in annoys me, till i want to rip the head off of everyone, including my supervisor who i respect more than anyone else that works with me.
I work till every request annoys me. Till i start to be afraid of not being able to find a broom or a dust pan, till i start having daymares about tables and chairs chasing me or falling on me.
I work till i start going even more insane than i am. Till the only thing that keeps me awake is the caffeine boost i get from cherry coke and coffee.
I work till i start to feel nothing at all. Till i'm delusional from the pain or the exhaustion.
Then, when everything is done and my group and i have exceeded the expectations of everyone in the building, i walk home.