One of Those Days....

Have you ever had "one of those days"? You know the ones...nothing seems to go right and instead of thinking of each incident as isolated, you start to wonder what else is going to happen. Today is one of those days for me.

Last year, I started to develop a kind of dislike toward Mondays. My student library assistant helped me out during 1st period and Mondays became a running joke between us, in that I seem more disoriented than other days (if you can believe it!). I had hoped that I was going to leave that trend behind in Nebraska, but it seems to have followed me to Illinois.

This morning I started working at 5am, which wasn't the problem--I was awake, or so I thought. I tripped over something on the floor and landed square on my behind, catching myself with my left hand. I was okay at the time, but am now starting to feel the effects in full...achy back, neck, wrist...ugh.

I am kind of still training, as well. I have the register pretty much down, but today I kept hearing orders that weren't really orders. It was really frustrating because I am actually a lot better at my job than I exhibited today. In my defense, though, that one lady told two of us that she wanted her maple scone warmed...how was I supposed to know she wanted it cold?

It also seemed that anything liquid lept out of its respective container to make a mess on the counter, the floor, or the wall.

At this point in the day, I thought that the incidents were isolated, but I was soon to change my mind. Starbucks makes their own whipped cream. (I'd tell you the recipe, but then I'd have to kill you.) The special recipe is put in a metal container and then pressurized (charged) to mix the ingredients together when it comes out. I found out what happens when one opens a pressurized container of whipped cream that isn't quite empty....it got ALL over the place. It was a good thing it happened in the back room and the managers weren't there, but, my goodness! The sink, the walls, the purses, me...it was a good thing I was standing there, or the computer would have been splattered too. That happened around 10am and I wasn't scheduled to be off until 11am. My goal after that: be cognizent that its Monday--be EXTRA careful! Of course, I still dripped hot coffee on my foot and spilled it on my hand, but at least I got out of there without doing anything else that falls in the major catastrophe category.

So Mondays aren't really my thing, I guess. One thing's for sure...I have developed a rueful sense of humor about it....too bad my managers don't see the same humor that I do. One of my co-workers does, though....she said that she was going to request to work every Monday with me because they're so entertaining! :)