"Is this how time usually passes? ...Really...slowly?"

Usually, I would rather open at the coffee shop than work any other shift, despite the fact that means I have to be in the parking lot by 5:30am. When you get done with work by 2:00 in the afternoon, there's so much day left to read or write or hang out or do things that you need to do. Finishing working at 5:30pm or 10:00pm or even 11:30pm does not leave room for this. True, those shifts start later, so technically there is time in the morning, but it is much harder to accomplish things when you always have to be aware of the impending time. 

Also, I've found that the opening shift seems to go quicker. The first three hours fly by, and then it's time to take your ten minute break. Another hour or so, and then it's lunch for half an hour. But then--then there are hours five and six to deal with, and they just drag. I don't know what it is about the time between ten and twelve. Perhaps it's because you don't really know whether to think, "Gosh, I've already been at work for four and a half hours," or "Gosh, I only have three and a half hours left." Neither of those seem particularly encouraging.

But then twelve o'clock hits, and it's all downhill from there. Not only does business seem to pick up, people getting their lunch time coffees or getting out to do afternoon shopping, but the minutes go quicker. You look at the clock, and it's been twenty minutes since you last checked, even though you could have sworn it was only five. I guess The Doctor is right when he says that time isn't a straight line. "It's more of a big ball of wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey...stuff" (Season 3, Episode 11, "Blink").

Watch his mouth. He actually says that.