Rushes and Writing and Hormones, Oh My!

So, remember on Saturday when I said work was hellish?

Yeah....yesterday was worse.

I got there 20 minutes early, and they were slammed. Technically I can't clock in until five minutes before my shift it scheduled to start, but H told me to go ahead, so I ended up clocking in at 10:42 instead of 11. I then took A's headset immediately so she could take her meal--her first break she or anyone had since she and H arrived at 5:30 that morning.

Read that again. Five hours. No breaks.

M was only scheduled for 3 1/2 hours, but stayed for 4 so H could get her meal before noon, and she barred the entire time. Literally, the only time she wasn't at the bar making drinks was when she and I took four trips out to the dumpster for the trash run.

In the middle of the chaos, our store manager called and told me to leave a note on the day's schedule saying that hours could be cut today if needed. I told H about this, and we had a nice laugh.

We ran out of breakfast sandwiches, muffins, and basically just most of our pastry case. Most of the people were actually quite nice when they heard this, but there were a couple that were just so pissy about it. To get it out of my system, this is what I wanted to say:

You have to hear the one time that we're out, and then you get to drive away and find food elsewhere. I have to tell fifty bajillion people that we're out, take their abuse, and then stay. You? Get to leave. I? Have to stay and keep doing this. Quit yer bitchin'!

Ahem.

It slowed down a bit by the time I left, but....dang. It was scary.

Best customer of the day:
Her: Do your lattes come with coffee flavoring?
Me: Uhm...not really, but they do come with espresso.
Her: Does that taste like coffee?
Me: ....Yes.

I then went home and spent what felt like an eternity trying to write one scene. Just under 1,500 words, but holy shit. It was painful, it took several attempts, and it only really worked after brainstorming with Ryan at the beginning, and then turning to him halfway through every attempt and wailing "This feels stupid!"

Somebody, please send him a medal. Seriously. He deserves it for putting up with me.

And with that, I'll move on quickly to the slightly-TMI section of this post:
I've been on birth control for over ten years now. When I switched insurance a few months ago, I had to go find another gynecologist so I could make an appointment, get an exam, and get a new prescription. However, I underestimated the time between making an appointment and the appointment itself, and I ran out about two and a half ago weeks*.

Birth control for ten years, then nothing for two and a half weeks.
To say that I've been moody would be putting it mildly.

So yeah. I wasn't kidding. This boy deserves something. A medal, a trophy, maybe some flowers...

Anyway.

Today is a day off! Today is for sleeping in, writing a scene that I didn't originally plan for, and finally going to the aforementioned lady-doc appointment**!

What a fun day!

*Please, no lectures on better planning. I gave myself a big one after hanging up the phone. And I promise that I'm not stupid where it counts.

**Which isn't actually with a lady! Joy!