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I woke on Friday morning at 4am with severe depression. I don't know why, all I can think is all my problems came crashing down at once. I had no one to talk to, I cried for hours. My only comfort was my cat, little boy, he continued to follow me around the house, standing on his hind legs for me to hold him, getting in my lap when I sat down. I went to pay my last big bill for this year, I was running late for work, my first time, so I called and let her know, she was good with it. I got to work and told her my problem with co workers going home early and that left me as cashier and one day stuck only me and the other assistant manager the only people working the store so he was on register too. That I didn't get to work on my department but a few hours all week. With that being said she told me to work my 4 hours in my department and she gave me a copy of my part of the manifest, what I'll get on truck day, so I'll know where to prepare to stock what's coming. Later she asked me if I was okay because my eyes were still swollen and red. I replied with a yes, I don't mix home and work. I could only get 4hours because I couldn't go into overtime. I got the two isle's done and ready for the 400 boxes of candles coming to my department, the other 115 boxes were small appliances and washing detergent, baggies and cleaning supplies. I came home and could finally eat something, I now had a sinus pressure headache and went to sleep. I slept 13 hours. But..... I made it one more day. My Friday sucked, I hope yours was better.