300 word story Rough Draft 2

The speaker is working the night shift at a restaurant. There are no customers and they have run out of dollar bills for the jukebox. They try to find things to do to pass the time, including doodling and drawing. They reflect on how they will only have a sheet of paper and a small amount of money to show for their 10-hour shift. They decide to spend the remaining time learning to draw hands. Despite feeling cold and miserable, they are happy to have learned something new. It's 3.30 a.m., and there are still four hours left in my shift. I haven't seen a customer since 10, and I've run out of dollar bills for the jukebox, so the restaurant is filled with nothing but the sound of buzzing. I can't tell if it's from the harsh fluorescent lights or the A.C., but I forgot to bring my charger, so in an effort to conserve battery life, I refuse to use my phone to drown out the noise. Instead, I try to find other things to do. I've never been one for drawing, but there's nothing left to clean, so I doodle. However, my sleep-deprived mind is only so creative, and I quickly run out of ideas. I move on to recreating what's in front of me, but my sketch of the empty booths is wobbling from the shaking of my hands. After I finish what I can see, I get a funny idea to draw the only other things in my line of sight from my spot behind the register, the register itself, including the drawings I had already done. This joke loses its spark when I'm finished, but I've only managed to pass 40 minutes. My mind begins to wander, and I think about how the only things I'll have to show for this 10-hour stretch of my time are this sheet of paper and $12.35 after taxes. It's at this moment I decide I want something better to show for my night, so I spend the next two hours learning to draw hands. It's a skill I've always wanted to develop, but never had up to this point. By the time my shift ends, I'm freezing and miserable, but at least I can say I learned something new. Thank you for watching!