My Own Pleasure Zone

Remember this?

She did it again! Long story short, she called to say she had a fight with her boyfriend (again) and couldn't find a babysitter. I spent half and hour on the phone trying to find a replacement. Called her back to say I couldn't find anyone but that I'd find a way to make it work and she could stay home with her daughter.

I went back to my lunch, ate half of my (cold) sandwich and realized I had lost my appetite. I looked at my chocolate danish sadly and spent the rest of my break making more phone calls. I finally found someone who could come in at 5am, leaving me with a 12 hour shift. Yay? But then she called back to say that she found a babysitter and could come to work. I felt relieved for ten seconds. Then I was annoyed that I had to lose 45 minutes on the phone.

So, midnight comes and she's not here. I'm starting to get more and more annoyed. She finally arrives at 12h15. I take my danish and almost run out the door, and slam my elbow on the door frame. I'm clutching my bleeding elbow and thanking the universe for this fantastic night when I notice that there are lightning in the sky.

I start walking faster, the last thing I want is to get electrocuted on my last day of work. About one third of the way, it starts raining. Hard. Water-in-my-eyes-can't-see-very-far hard. Aaaaand there's a thunderstorm. Also, I'm wearing my Crocs because it was hot and sunny when I left home and my feet (and socks) are soaked. Oh, and did I mention that my purse is made of freaking corduroy?

If I had left fifteen minutes earlier, I would have spent a maximum of three minutes in the rain. That's all I could think about while I was walking home in the freaking thunderstorm. That and how much I hated the damn night girl and how I was going to punch her if it started to hail. (Fortunately, it did not.)

And just to add insult to the injury, after I arrived home, changed into dry clothes, emptied my purse, laid my money on the table so it could dry and wrung my purse and hang it to dry, after all that, I remembered my danish, took it out of my work bag and.it.was.wet.

FML

- I dreamed about Barak Obama two days in a row. I keep dreaming about him being incompetent. It worries me.

- Arrived at work this morning to find this message on the dry erase board: "We invite you to come to wear a costume to work on Friday.". Next to it, in red caps: "OBLIGATORY!". Yeah...thanks for the invitation.

- Unfortunately, I am working this Friday, which means I have to find a costume. I was going to go as Hortense Caine, girl!Horatio Caine from an alternate universe, but I didn't get the chance to go to Value Village to buy what I needed. I don't know what to dress up as! I'm this close to just draw a black X on my hand and say I've been confirmed as a human by a Judoon.

- Today, I made more than 150 donuts. I know this because I had two orders, for seven and five, dozens. That's a lot of donuts.

- I can't decide between spending Friday night eating candy and watching Halloween themed movies, or eating candies and watching Christmas themed movies. Decisions, decisions...