tldr: Panic attack after dreaming about worse night at current job.
Just getting this off my chest. I worked a single 9 hour shift on July 3rd for a very busy convience store with three numbers in it's name. We have door dash and systems that don't like to always work, I don't blame my manager for this happening. More than half the staff was out with the c-bug. In the past the day had not been a very busy one, but this year we saw an increase in customer numbers by 200%. I had over 75 transactions per hour not counting the door dash orders. I nearly shit my pants more than once never had a moment where I didn't have at least 5 customers in the store, more than likely had a record amount of shop lifting. Got yelled at more than once cause I didn't have any hot food on the grill or in the box and I refused to heat any pizza's for anyone. The only times I got to move from the register was to grab smokes, unlock the beer doors or put together obsence amounts of door dash orders. There was a point I thought I was going to get robbed as I could see the out lines of their guns in their pants, they had backed up a dark colored car with tinted windows and a tinted plate cover. I think the only thing that saved me was the amount of people in there and I refused to break anything larger than a 20 and I was constantly using my second register to drop bills off into the safe. They left their items where they stood and left, the type of car they had you would think would have one of those loud mufflers on it but was the most quiet car I had ever heard. Even if I had my other person there I still feel as if we would have been over whelmed.
I came home late that night sat down in my chair and went on to fall to the ground in a full blow panic attack. I'd not had one this bad in years took a full two hours to fully bring myself down from it wife nearly called an ambulence for me it was that bad. This brings me to yesterday morning. I had gotten up to see the wife off at 4am after pulling another 9 hour shift (no where near as bad fully staffed and a rather calm night for a sunday). I only remember flashes from the dream but it was that night only this time it was worse. I did get robbed I got shot laying there in a pool of blood and people screaming at me over the slushie machines being down and throwing pizza's at me to cook. I woke into the panic attack everything had seized up I couldn't move I could hardly breath I couldn't even cry out for help and where I had been shot in the dream hurt like hell with a burning feeling.
I have to thank my dog for helping to pull me out of it, she climbed up on the bed and basicly threw her body weight onto me (medium sized dog around 40lbs) shoved her nose under my chin and began to paw at my clenched hand. Whimpering and make all sorts of grumbling noises while licking neck. It brought me out of it, within about ten minutes I was able to bring my breathing fully under control and that dog got a full can of wet food that morning from me. I don't know what brought it on, I still dislike working at the place (mainly the door dash and only two maybe three co-workers) We have a new evening staff all reliable people that show up for their shifts work well with me and isn't trying to stab me in the back. I've already told my manager I'm not working the 3rd or the 4th next year unless I have two other people with me. It's hard for me as a 42 year old man to admit that my life has come down to this.