Elizabeth wakes up to the irritating sound of her alarm clock. Just a typical Tuesday at 2pm. Her throbbing head quickly reminds her of the vast amount of alcohol she consumed the night before. She uses all of her strength to roll over and turn the alarm off.
Nausea begins to set in.
She curls up in fetal position in the hopes that the pain will disappear.
The spinning room indicates otherwise.
She quickly makes her way to the bathroom just in time. As she purges the poison from her body, she tries to remember everything she drank. She wipes the puke from her mouth and asks herself, "What the fuck happened?" Elizabeth is fully aware of how a hangover works. This question doesn't apply to the night before. It applies to the last seven years of her life.
Once she has finished heaving the bile from her stomach, she slowly makes her way to the bathroom sink. While she rinses the excess puke from her mouth, Elizabeth looks in the mirror and thinks to herself, "If life moves in a circle, why do I feel like I am at the end of a line?"
Elizabeth's life wasn't always like this. Seven years ago she was a student finishing up her last year of college and beginning to plan her career. So, what happened? This is exactly what Elizabeth is in search to find out. In Elizabeth's mind the only way to truly understand what happened, she must go back to the very beginning.
It all started when she moved up to Minneapolis, MN to finish her college education. Living in such a big city, she thought finding a part-time job would be easy. Well, it wasn't. But, she happened to have a friend who worked at a restaurant downtown called Rockabees. Elizabeth didn't have any experience in the restaurant industry. However, one of the best things about this industry is that experience doesn't always matter. If you know someone, you are almost always hired before the interview even begins.
In an act of desperation, Elizabeth takes a job as a host. If only she had known what was to come.
