Rebecca swiped the back of her hand across her forehead and, leaning over the bathroom sink, quickly splashed some cold water on her face. She was exhausted. On Fridays, she ended up putting in sixteen-hour days—eight hours at Vannevar Software, eight hours at The Whiskey Kitchen.
It was brutal, but she needed the money, and it was only one day per week that she had to work the double shift. She’d have another shift at the restaurant on Saturday and Sunday, but at least she’d be able to sleep most of the morning beforehand.
At least she wasn’t starving to boot, thanks to the chicken pesto sandwich her boss had given her today. Ramen was all she could afford for lunch at the moment, and if not for that opportune sandwich, she’d be ravenously hungry right about now.
She washed her hands thoroughly and, with a sigh, stepped out of the employee bathroom and into the bustling kitchen.