The Five Hour Shift That Felt Like Twelve.

Today was...strange.

First, it was stupid busy in bursts. One of the bursts happened after one partner left, half an hour before the next was to arrive, with just Boss Lady and me on the floor. She had constant front, I had constant drive-thru, no chance to help each other, UGH.

Another rush, I screwed us over making a drink with the wrong syrup, backing us up for five cars. The tail end of that one had a woman who, when asked if there was anything else, said "No. Oh, wait a second," before driving away. o.O

The last rush before I left, we got a customer who was....no, talkative isn't the right word. I don't think the right word exists. From the moment I opened the window, she didn't stop talking to me, and talked so fast and muttered so much that I couldn't follow what she was going on about at all, except she ended half the sentences with "you know what I mean?" so I had to try and fake a response. A few minutes after she finally pulled away, I looked out the window and saw that she was pulled into a spot next to a cop car, talking in the parking lot with a policeman holding a bunch of papers. They both eventually drove away peacefully, so I have no clue what that was about...

My second to last customer could either pay for her $10 gift card with a $50 or a stack of coins (I opted for the coins), and my last customers all but demanded that I greet them at the window with a smile before they even pulled up. I promise, I didn't sound grouchy or annoyed or mopey, I just sounded normal!

Oy.

Now I'm home alone until six when Ryan gets home, my only company the cat who is acting completely insane. I just had a delicious bowl of chicken noodle soup since I arrived home cold and starving.

I got kinda crap sleep last night, and my knee is hurting more despite babying it and wearing a brace for my whole shift, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a nice hot shower and open a Smirnoff Blueberry Lemonade and FREAKING RELAX.