Twelve beef hamburgers sizzled on the hot plate. Lena stared at them until it was time for the flip. The flip was her favourite part of this stupid Summer job. She hated the smell. She hated the noise. She hated the contact with other people. She hated her co-workers. She hated how little she earned for working her ass off thirty two hours a week. But most of all, she hated herself. This self loathing had nothing to do with her job at the burger joint; it had everything to do with why she was there.
