...The Silence Is Too Much Sometimes...

So here's the thing... I work nights at a small convenience store, you know? And it's usually pretty quiet. I mean, super quiet. The kind of silence where you can hear your own pulse and feel like everyone outside is secretly just watching me through the window.... It gets to this point where I'm tempted to talk to myself or have conversations with the canned goods in a desperate attempt to fill the void... One night, it got so bad that I ended up humming show tunes at the top of my lungs while restocking shelves. And you know what? A customer walked in and asked if I was having fun. My heart dropped into my shoes thinking they'd call me out for being unprofessional or something.... But instead, they just smiled and said it was refreshing to see someone with such enthusiasm! I felt like a fool but also oddly vindicated that sometimes even night shift loneliness needs its own little musical number...