100 Challenge - 6. Break

This is what I decided for break, not the breaking of something (i.e someone's bones, items or self) But just a lunch break and the joy of having one on one of those painfully slow days where you swear the clock is going back round on its self.

6. Break Why do we drum our fingers when we're stressed? Or bored? Or waiting for something to happen? I wondered this while drumming my fingers against the counter in front of me. I realised I was doing it for something to do, to make a sound with out making a proper sound, to prove I was still here, still working, even if every other sod here had sod off. It had to be the slowest Sunday I've ever worked, and it might only be a small ten 'til four shift but I had to be here at nine to open and I'll be here until five to close. Three customers have come in since I opened, grabbing a pint of milk or those forgotten items for their roast dinners like stuffing or frozen Yorkshires. I almost pleaded with them to take me with them; I think I nearly begged an old lady to bring me some scraps back. Though I'm not entirely on my own though, there's Ben with me today, his main job is stacking the shelves but he'll maybe help on tills if it gets too hectic. Which it might towards the end when quite a lot of people enjoy coming in at three fifty five, grabbing a basket and going for a proper shop, even though we're closing in four minutes. I'm stuck on this till for most of the day though, until my lunch break. My glorious hour to my self. I'm going to take my packed lunch into the rotten old staff room, plug my headphones in, grab a paper and just ignore everyone and everything for my beautiful free hour. If the shop caught on fire I wouldn't be bothered until my lunch hour was up, or if we were robbed, or if anyone famous decided to pop in for their forgotten frozen peas for lunch I would not give a fig because it is my hour of sanity. My break.