Entry for @mariannewest's Day 1292 freewrite contest

She clocked in from 6 to 18 every single day, clients would need tending non-stop, her lunch was incredibly short and the boss had a very snobbish personality. Every now and then, she could find some relief by pecking away at the peanut butter she'd stash inbetween her cosmetics. That was the only safe harbor she could find.

Despite her miserable situation, at least she had a job. These were desperate times when only those directly acquainted with powerful people wouldn't starve all the time. Looking at her personal friends who were just as poor as her, sometimes she would feel lucky her boss took her in.

His wife is the next customer. After some time helping her getting less ugly, she understands she's doomed, as someone standing next to them says "you have some peanut butter on your eyelashes."

cheated 12 seconds but I really wanted to write the ending