It was another day in the literal flaming hell known as Aussieland when Marianne Marin woke up late for work. As usual, she had gone to bed only two hours before the time she was supposed to wake up to open the restaurant.
"Puta merda," she mumbled to herself with a groan before falling out of bed and crawling into the bathroom. After a few minutes she crawled her way into the kitchen and only stood up so she could make ten cups of coffee. One would think she was making two cups for each of her family members but she wasn't that selfless. No, she needed all the ten cups for her survival. Her mom had injected her with coffee through her uterus when Marianne was still a fetus, and so she developed an unnatural biological dependency to caffeine that could only be satisfied by the disgusting taste of black coffee.
She chugged the burning hot liquid and finally started getting ready to go to work.

Forty minutes later she arrived at the restaurant and started putting the chairs down, all the way mumbling curses in her native language. She could hear the airplanes arriving at the airport, and the noise would always worsen her headaches.

"Why the fuck did I agree to move here," she'd repeat to herself. "I was the top of my class and had a fucking job interview with one of my professors. Now I'm working at a fucking burger place for fucks sake."