The only thing worse than knowing I’m going to be short a member of staff all day is the absolute certainty that just when I think everything is going to be okay, one of the other employees will call in sick. Happens every goddamn time. (And inevitably on the day I’ve worn my most uncomfortable shoes in the expectation that I’ll be working at my desk and not on my feet serving customers.) *sigh* Only three more days til vacation…
Later: I bit the hell out of the inside of my cheek.
Later: The lid came off my lunch and spilled sauce all down my pantleg.
Later: And I swear, it was like it was Facial Deformity Day here in the shop. I had customer after customer sporting unfortunate facial conditions and I COULD NOT LOOK AWAY. I’m going home.