...I had a six hour shift. They called me at eleven and asked me to work six hours. I went in, and one hour, fifteen minutes from the end of the shift I suddenly feel like I'm going to throw up or faint, or both.

So I grabbed a service clerk to hold my till, ran upstairs, punched in the keycode for the staff room (for three whole seconds I thought I'd forgotten it; that was fun) and into the bathroom.

Didn't actually vomit, just felt like I was going to. The manager (Kevin) came up to see if I was all right (which was nice) and told me I should go home. So I called Dad, and he came, and here I am.

Great first day though, huh?