A Bumpy Morning

Warning: This e-mail contains ranting.

Today ... is NOT making me happy. Yep- it's been one of those days.

It started with me having stressful crappy dreams all night ... you know ... the dreams that cause you to wake up all stressed and upset? And even though they clearly didn't actually happen, they get the day off to a bad start anyway?

I opened at Starbucks this morning at 4:30am, and whoever closed the store last night seemed to have forgotten their job, because NOTHING was stocked. Arg. But that's beside the point. The point is, I was working on bar and was in the proccess of making a nonfat latte with extra foam. As I was about to put on the foam, this young, twenty-something, brown-haired, name-brand-wearing girl poaks her head over and says, "No I don't want that foam. I want GOOD foam." "What do you mean?" I asked, seeing as how I had just freshly prepared the foam. "That's too runny." She pointed out. "Oh, that's because it's fresh. It has to sit for a little while in order to stiffen up-" "Well I'll wait here all day, I want my foam." She snapped. At this point, I was getting annoyed. Fast. So I let it sit there until the foam was nice and stiff, and was ABOUT to pour it in the cup when she says, "I want you to make my latte over. It's old now." I had to keep my lips tightly together in order to stop myself from saying something rude. So, I make the latte. AGAIN. For the third time, I'm about to start putting the foam on when, "I wanted nonfat foam." Well THANKS for telling that to me NOW after I made it with regular milk! I thought. I responded, "Make it yourself, bitch." (No not really, but I WANTED to!)So I went through the whole proccess again, with nonfat milk. Keep in mind that we're really busy and I have a whole line of drinks to make. Finally, I top off her f**king latte and she just gives me this glare that says, "It's still not good enough, but I'm sick of waiting." Seriously, I almost lost it.

To top things off, I was walking home from work almost 2 hours ago, and decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. As I entered the stairwell, there were these two squirrels inside chasing and playing with each other. I laughed to myself because they looked like the ones from 'The Sword in the Stone.' Unfortunetly for me, I was so distracted by the squirrels that my head crashed into the sharp edge of this large, metal thing below the stair case. OW!!! %$#@! I knew it was a bad sign when I had to immediately sit down on the spot in order to stop myself from blacking out. After 2-3 minutes or so, I continued walking up the stairs and took off my Starbucks cap to feel how bad of a bump it was. I knew it was ALSO a bad sign when I looked at my hand and it was all smeared in blood. Yuck. By the time I got to my apartment my hair was all matted in a red sticky mess. Luckily, Kara helped me hold ice and paper towells on it, but now I have a gigantic bump and large gaping gash on the side of my head. I showered to wash the blood out of my hair, but two hours later, as I sit here and type, my head is STILL bleeding and I feel dizzy and tired. Oh and my eyes are having a hard time focusing ... and my hands feel almost a little numb ... is that a bad sign? Hehehe. I think I'll probably go take a nap shortly to stop the pounding ... good night! (Or afternoon!)