Worst night of my life gets worse
It was amazing how great my day started, I got to sleep in and I was working with two of my favorite people, Eric and Lauren. It became even better when I was walking to work and realizing how much I love the snow and how I had a hugenormous craving for a sleigh ride.
Then it happened, I got to work. Well we were full of the giggles, Lauren and I, we laughed so much and were having a great time. Loads of tim passed and I looked at the clock and realized that we had 2 hours in which to do 4 hours work, that's right *oh shit*. So when trying to get back on track we realized that it was impossible.
So Eric went on break and then this customer came up and wanted writing put on his cake. Well neither Lauren or myself are that great at writing on cakes, so I was stuck with the job. "Happy Birthday Papason" seems easy to write right??? Well I did it and it wasn't too bad, Lauren thought it was great too. So I give him the cake and say, "is this alright?" and he makes a horrible face and says, "Well, I guess it will have to do." How fucking rude, he walks off and I wanted to take the cake and shove it in his face.
More giggles from all and then we realized that we had like 30 minutes left and I wanted to cry. So from that point on, everything went pretty bad. So we finished 30 minutes late and I left for home :) Yay that old familiar home that stabs me in the back. Walking up the driveway, I slip on the ice and smack my nose :( and then I got a bloody nose.
NOT THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!
Then it happened, I got to work. Well we were full of the giggles, Lauren and I, we laughed so much and were having a great time. Loads of tim passed and I looked at the clock and realized that we had 2 hours in which to do 4 hours work, that's right *oh shit*. So when trying to get back on track we realized that it was impossible.
So Eric went on break and then this customer came up and wanted writing put on his cake. Well neither Lauren or myself are that great at writing on cakes, so I was stuck with the job. "Happy Birthday Papason" seems easy to write right??? Well I did it and it wasn't too bad, Lauren thought it was great too. So I give him the cake and say, "is this alright?" and he makes a horrible face and says, "Well, I guess it will have to do." How fucking rude, he walks off and I wanted to take the cake and shove it in his face.
More giggles from all and then we realized that we had like 30 minutes left and I wanted to cry. So from that point on, everything went pretty bad. So we finished 30 minutes late and I left for home :) Yay that old familiar home that stabs me in the back. Walking up the driveway, I slip on the ice and smack my nose :( and then I got a bloody nose.
NOT THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!