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After Her First Day at the 9-5 Job, Woman Breaks Down In Tears

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A TikToker has gone viral for crying about how stressful and time-consuming her first 9-5 job has been.

Wanting to live in the city can be costly. So, when TikToker Brielle decided she wanted to be a city girl, she had to begin working a 9-5.

However, her new job became an instant stressor for her, as the travel time was too much to handle.

After coming home from a shift, Brielle recorded herself crying while explaining why she was overwhelmed by her first 9-5. TikTok has since reacted in agreement with Brielle for her viral breakdown.

TikToker says she has no time to workout or be with friends while working 9-5

Brielle may have over 100K followers on Instagram, but she decided that she needed to work her first 9-5 job to afford living in the city after graduating from college.

In her viral video, Brielle tearfully explained her reasoning for being too overwhelmed by her eight-hour work day, saying, “I know I’m probably just being so dramatic and annoying, but this is my first job, like, my first 9-5 job after college.”

Brielle continued, “I’m in person and I’m commuting in the city and it takes me f*cking forever to get there.”

She then said that her commute time took over an hour each way, as she left for work around 7 and got home by 6:15.

Brielle then harped on not having time to herself, saying, “I don’t have time to do anything. I want to shower, eat my dinner, go to sleep — I don’t have time or energy to cook my dinner either.”

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