if my brain isn't stressed, i die.
well kinda. on slow days at work i fall asleep on my feet and fuck up everything. on busy days on back or DA, i fall asleep and fuck things up. on busy days on till, with like the ubermicro and memorising orders and basic mathemamatics, i like own shit up. the only time things slow down is when customers pass out at the sight of my ownage and the next customers have to move them to get to the counter
ps... i fucken own gayham