Stacia let out a small, aggravated groan as she reclined in her chair, back away from her desktop computer, her bright baby blue eyes glancing over her watch, hungry for the time of night when she could go home. She had recently taken the night shift, thinking the peace and quiet of night and being away from some of the more annoying and irritating employees she had shared a dayshift with would relieve her stress.
But with having to stay up late and finish up tasks her incompetent coworkers were to ignorant to complete on their own, on top of her own, it seems to only made the situation worse. Throw in a habit of staying up very late, even when her shift is done, and there was a recipe for stress brewing. Her head pounded, as if someone swung a sledgehammer into her cranium. Stacia placed a hand to her forehead, letting out another soft groan as she fished around in the pocket of her jeans for some headache medicine, something to calm her down an