Little Problems Piling Up

One.
Not bad, we can handle one.
Roll it off the shoulder and we’re done.
Two.
Wait. There’s more of you?
Why is there confusion in the room?
Three.
Uh, this isn’t our usual cup of tea.
Can we just go back to one?
Four.
Not enough people are coming through that door.
Don’t tell me we’re short-staffed again.
Five.
It’s a hundred and eleven degrees outside.
We’re all getting cooked alive.
Six.
What’s the most efficient way we can make the best of this?
Don’t forget we have to feed the chicks.
Seven.
Stay on the bright side. At least it’s not eleven.
But I am covered in chiggers again.
Eight.
I totally forgot the date.
I think we have to be here at this time today.
Nine.
Everything is fine.
And, yes, that was totally a lie.
Ten.
I’m exhausted.
When will this day finally end?