Do You Want Me To Feel Sorry For You Or Applaud Your Selflessness?

Here's one for ya.

Day 2 of my melancholy mood. After being around humans for 8 hours (church and lunch with my parents), I'm right back in that BORED out of my mind kind of feeling. I decided to take yet another walk to the Pruneyard. This time it's Coffee Society.

6pm-ish
As I order my drink, the girl says, "How are you doing today?"
Me: "Good, how are you?"
Girl: "Good. (Pause--here we go!) I've been here since 6 this morning."
Me: "Oh no! Sounds like you need to go home."
Girl: "Well, I have about 5 more hours."
Me: "Yuck! Oh, I'm sorry!"
Girl: (a smidge smugish) "Well at least I have a job."
Me: "That's true."
Girl: "Something about training people, blah, blah, blah"

So, how exactly do you want me to feel, girl? Sorry for you? I tried!! Stand up and cheer that you are employed? Bravo. Pick a direction for your conversation. Better yet? Take my credit card then make my drink. Wow, kinda mean. Sorry.