I was working at a dead end job restaurant for a year and a couple of months now. Getting paid a very low salary because this restaurant was company owned and it was a low-class restaurant portraying itself as a very expensive restaurant. Macaroni Grill of Balston Commons Mall in Arlington, VA was a good experience some times, but most of the time it was a horrible place to work. The emotional stress the employees and the employer went through everyday of work really built up alot of tension. It made the employees hate working there even more, but we all hung on and stayed because we needed the money. One of the bosses hated working on Tuesdays, so she would keep everyone there later than they usual clock out, unfortunately I worked Tuesdays, and I lived in Maryland. I caught the metro (both bus and train) to work and home everyday I worked.
It took me 45 minutes to get home from work on the train and even more to wait for the bus due to metro's usual slow service. That night I got off of work at 11:30 pm and was exhausted. If I did anymore I'd probably pass out on the ground and get up 5 hours later still tired, my backpack wasn't helping either. I didn't even feel like taking off my uniform. My main concern was getting home in a hurry and going to bed so I can wake up and enjoy my day off tomorrow. I caught the