Well, I lost my job at my local overpriced "fancy" coffee shop or whatever. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it was money. I guess you could say I had a difficult customer with some ridiculous off the wall order. Nothing too different than most of the stupid, off the wall orders we had to deal with there. There was one difference though. I severely lacked sleep.
What is funny thing about all of it? I wasn't fired for flipping out at this customer. No, I tried my best to fill the ridiculous order. I must have tried three times before I got it "right" (I swear this woman was telling me that she ordered something in the stupid drink that she originally didn't), and guess what happened? The drink slipped out of my hands...
I made several mistakes today actually, and in the end my boss decided that I "needed a break"... Gentle words, until followed by "permanently".
So, how did this event lead me to where I am right now? (Which, by the way, is in my pj's while staring at a computer screen at about... eight/eight-thirty at night.) Well, I ran into someone in the trolly station/subway/whatever you want to call it. I think her name was Amy? I knew her once upon a time, way back when I suppose. We weren't exactly friends, but we weren't enemies either. Anyways, I almost didn't recognize her, that is, until she was in my face saying, "Kathryn? Is that you? OMG!"
Apparently she had been trying to get my attention for a while. I was too busy dazing off and staring at some guy on the other platform doing tricks with a yo-yo. Anyways, she told me all about her life (at least the last few years of it), and then made the mistake about asking me to do the same.
Haha. Hahahaha. HAHAHA! "Why don't you blog about it?" That was what she said to me as she made her speedy escape on a trolly that was not the one I was waiting for. I'm still trying to figure out just why I took this advice. I guess people from my past that I randomly walk into, as well as my roommate, can only hear me complain so much....
I would like to think I don't complain that much, but... It's not like anyone has to read this. Amy (I really do want to say that is her name) and my roommate Airy, had less of a choice. At least here, you can either read my words, or you can move along and listen to someone else complain (or whatever it is I'm doing here).
And with that, I think we have a deal.
