My amazing day today.
It's too bad I don't have a public, Carrie Bradshaw-type blog that I can post about my day to day operations without shame, ridicule, or gossip. Because I have had some doozies as of lately. Stay with me until the end, because it only gets better. Today went like this:
5:45a--get two random phone calls from Kentucky back to back with no voice mail. I am caught up on all my debt so it wasn't a collection call.
6:30a--wake up again with blood pounding in my ears. I figure out that I'm waking up in the middle of a stress-induced anxiety attack and immediately run to the toilet and puke my guts out.
6:45a--finish puking, send a text to my manager calling in sick to the spa. I only had two clients today and they were four hours apart.
10a-- drag myself out of wallowing in self-induced despair, take the oil to get changed on my truck. Oil Can Henry's tells me they're legally obligated to tell me my truck is unsafe because there is a tear/cut on my brake line and they also think there is a warped rotor. Awesome.
11a-go home, cry, nap for an hour and a half with my dog.
1230p-take my truck to Les Schwab, where they tell me it's gonna take 2.5 hours and cost me $400 to fix. Hurray!!!
2p- Josh and I have been hate texting all day. He refuses to see my side and insists he's going to come in on my shift, that I'm overreacting, basically paying me no respect and making me feel uncomfortable at my place of employment as well as my own skin.
4:30p-I get home and start getting ready for work at the bar, after spending my afternoon at Les Schwab. Sarah (co worker/friend/neighbor) calls me at 4:45 to tell me Hwy 30 is completely closed, as is the St Johns bridge, and all available alternate routes are jammed with traffic that's an hour and a half out. Great. Blessing in disguise because the nasty bartender that Josh is fucking worked the day shift and gets off when I come on. I call Kristin and she agrees to walk to my apt and hang out while traffic dies down.
5p-I decide to walk my dog and meet Kristin halfway, and run into an old friend who shall remain nameless because we're all mutual friends haha. He was trying to avoid traffic and ended up in my neighborhood. He's also been blowing me up and trying to hang out recently. Imagine my surprise!
5:30p-we're all back at my place and him and I take the opportunity to climb onto my bed and screw around for a few minutes while Kristin is in the bathroom. I climb off of him and Sarah calls me that instant to tell me that Hwy 30 is open and the bar is slammed. I mop my face off, fix my hair, and rush to the bar, much to the chagrin of our mutual friend.
6:30p- the bar is fucking slammed, trashy whore bartender is running around wearing flip flops (a complete health code violation, also, BARF), and the phone is ringing off the hook. I ring in over $300 in an hour and a half, and end my night with an old lady screaming at Sarah and I, complaining about the service, how she thinks we were gossiping about her the whole time, how rotten we are, snatches her signed credit card receipt out of my hand, I follow her to the door to try and get it, she threatens to call the cops. Later I find that the old bat dropped her debit card on the floor of our bar. Her name is Freedom Child; it says so on her Wells Fargo card.
The end. Wonder what tommorrow is going to hold.