The day that was just full of... suck...
I should have realized today was going to be bad from the get go.
I walk into work, and as I'm checking my schedule for the rest of the week before clocking in [I still had a minute before 7am], the manager on shift comes up to me and asks "Can you clean the machine for me? I don't think I doing it right." And she was correct. She wasn't doing it right. We have a container with three seperate sections for the cleaning fluids for the machine. The first is warm water with the cleaning solution, the middle is for cold water, and the last is for warm water with the sanitizer. She had... I think anyway.... The plain water in the first section [warm or cold, i'm not sure], the middle with the cleaning solution, and I think the final with the sanitizer. So I had to play jump rope when switching the milk tubes from one solution to the other.
Later, I'm trying to switch out the Orange Juice bags in our machines since one side as getting low and the other side was already empty. I should have realized the moment I picked up the new bag, something was wrong... It wasn't as full as the others. But I ignored it and put it in anyway, and started to put it up into the orange juice container when.... SPLAT! Orange Juice all over the place. The opening to the tube was busted, so I got orange juice all down my pant leg, up and down my arms, on my apron, on the counter... It was.... lovely. And they wanted me to take lane two at that time. I was like "oh hell no, I"m cleaning this up first, because if I don't, you're going to bitch at me as to why I didn't clean it up." It was at that time that Guadalupe decided to helpfully point out that "It's broken." No shit, Sherlock. It took a couple rags and a few trips to the sink before the mess was cleaned up and I was no longer sticky with thick OJ mix. Ew....
Just before breakfast was over, I had the oddest customer, most stubborn customer, in the drive-thru. She ordered... Iced Vanilla Latte. Okay, so I made it. Just as the milk was finishing spitting out of the machine, it was changed to Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Latte.... So I made that, and set it to drive-thru for the customer. As I'm waiting around for the next car or next drink, I'm told "She didn't order this..." So I had to go see what she ordered. She wanted a "Large Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Latte." I tried to explain to her, the iced lattes only came in one size, and this was it, I'm sorry. She insisted that what I was telling her was incorrect. Uh-uh, do not mess with the coffee expert. I know which is which and what is what. So we start to go on an arguing rampage. Finally, we get to the understanding of what she REALLY wanted. An Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Coffee, Large. Oh, my, God.... Cars were backed up in drive-thru so I told her "Please park, and I'll have it out to you right away." So I finally made the "correct" order, and brought it out to her, and tried to explain. "This is the Iced Coffee that you Ordered. The regular Iced Coffees are the ones that come with the cream, flavouring, and just regular coffee over ice. The iced latte is with espresso and milk over ice." She goes on to tell me that her husband had ordered at a different restaurant and all they gave him was Coffee over Ice when he ordered flavouring and everything. "Uh... I'm sorry, but they made it wrong. For a drink this size--the large--it's supposed to be 5 creams, 6 pumps of flavour, and then the coffee and ice. I'm not sure where you went, but they made it wrong." Our misunderstanding was cleared up, and hopefully next time she knows how to order it correctly.
Eleven o'clock came, and it was time for me to go home, so I asked Maria "Who is taking over for me?" and she asked if it was for my break, and I was like "Uh, no. I'm only scheduled to 11, I'm going home,' to which she suddenly looks panicked as she looks around for a person to take lane 2. She finally pulls Guadalupe and tells him to take over for me, and he holds up his hand "Give me five minutes." Nope, sorry, no can do. It's already 11:02, and I am off. So I said "No, take the headset, besides there aren't any cars right now, you'll probably be standing around for five minutes." Last time I was told "just a couple minutes, okay? then you can go home" I ended up waiting abou thalf an hour. Not this time, sorry.
During the final hours of work, I was messaging back and forth with my sis on my phone about her birthday party next month. I had been planning on getting her something, mom wanted to know if she was going to be doing anything, and it seemed she picked a nice restaurant for the party. With friends... with... boyfriends. It was when I was told that last little bit that I decided "no, sorry, can't do this." She kept on insisting and insisting, until she finally gave up, but I"m sorry, I can't. I was already starting to break down the moment I read "boyfriends" in the text message and was told "there might be one other single girl there." Oh yay, whoopie... what other great way to make it obvious that "Hello, single here and miserable." Especially since it seems I can't hold a relationship anymore for anything over a month or less. It seems that anymore, I get picked up because someone thinks I'll be good, but within a month they realize "Uhm, maybe not....." and let me go... without telling me.... Or it's just no from the start. Apparently I"m the kinda girl that... would be good to bring home to mommy and daddy, but not exactly what a guy wants. Thus my misery. I miss my last boyfriend, and I still don't even know if we were officially together, if we're already done with... since he basically doesn't talk anymore..... I miss 'Miah, though I know with him it's a definate no from the beginning. It just flat out effin' sucks that nothing ever works for me in a relationship..... That it seems I'm just straight out destined to be single and miserable. Being around other couples makes me miss what I could have at that moment.... Makes me want to die....
'Scuse me as I go cry... again....
--EDIT--8:21pm
I also remembered during the drive today up to Greeley with mom.... I had an incident with a coffee pot. It was empty, we were dead, and I noticed that our drink machine in drive-thru had a lot of ice cubes building up under the conveyor belt, so I filled the coffee pot with hot water, poured it over the ice to melt it, and then turned to go put it back when.... CRASH! I realize I hit the pot on a metal corner of the drink station... a glass coffee pot.... and the bottom of it completely shattered like crazy, glass everywhere. I looked down and just wanted to give up right then and say "Maybe I should just go home today" since I already had a couple problems already. As I was picking up the larger pieces with my hands, I noticed Guadalupe was rubbing at his hands a little bit, and, realizing he was standing next to the station when the pot crashed, I thought "Shit.... the glass cut him when it broke!" Thankfully, he was fine. I just felt like crap and that I shouldn't touch the coffee pots at all for the rest of the day...
I walk into work, and as I'm checking my schedule for the rest of the week before clocking in [I still had a minute before 7am], the manager on shift comes up to me and asks "Can you clean the machine for me? I don't think I doing it right." And she was correct. She wasn't doing it right. We have a container with three seperate sections for the cleaning fluids for the machine. The first is warm water with the cleaning solution, the middle is for cold water, and the last is for warm water with the sanitizer. She had... I think anyway.... The plain water in the first section [warm or cold, i'm not sure], the middle with the cleaning solution, and I think the final with the sanitizer. So I had to play jump rope when switching the milk tubes from one solution to the other.
Later, I'm trying to switch out the Orange Juice bags in our machines since one side as getting low and the other side was already empty. I should have realized the moment I picked up the new bag, something was wrong... It wasn't as full as the others. But I ignored it and put it in anyway, and started to put it up into the orange juice container when.... SPLAT! Orange Juice all over the place. The opening to the tube was busted, so I got orange juice all down my pant leg, up and down my arms, on my apron, on the counter... It was.... lovely. And they wanted me to take lane two at that time. I was like "oh hell no, I"m cleaning this up first, because if I don't, you're going to bitch at me as to why I didn't clean it up." It was at that time that Guadalupe decided to helpfully point out that "It's broken." No shit, Sherlock. It took a couple rags and a few trips to the sink before the mess was cleaned up and I was no longer sticky with thick OJ mix. Ew....
Just before breakfast was over, I had the oddest customer, most stubborn customer, in the drive-thru. She ordered... Iced Vanilla Latte. Okay, so I made it. Just as the milk was finishing spitting out of the machine, it was changed to Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Latte.... So I made that, and set it to drive-thru for the customer. As I'm waiting around for the next car or next drink, I'm told "She didn't order this..." So I had to go see what she ordered. She wanted a "Large Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Latte." I tried to explain to her, the iced lattes only came in one size, and this was it, I'm sorry. She insisted that what I was telling her was incorrect. Uh-uh, do not mess with the coffee expert. I know which is which and what is what. So we start to go on an arguing rampage. Finally, we get to the understanding of what she REALLY wanted. An Iced Sugar-Free Vanilla Coffee, Large. Oh, my, God.... Cars were backed up in drive-thru so I told her "Please park, and I'll have it out to you right away." So I finally made the "correct" order, and brought it out to her, and tried to explain. "This is the Iced Coffee that you Ordered. The regular Iced Coffees are the ones that come with the cream, flavouring, and just regular coffee over ice. The iced latte is with espresso and milk over ice." She goes on to tell me that her husband had ordered at a different restaurant and all they gave him was Coffee over Ice when he ordered flavouring and everything. "Uh... I'm sorry, but they made it wrong. For a drink this size--the large--it's supposed to be 5 creams, 6 pumps of flavour, and then the coffee and ice. I'm not sure where you went, but they made it wrong." Our misunderstanding was cleared up, and hopefully next time she knows how to order it correctly.
Eleven o'clock came, and it was time for me to go home, so I asked Maria "Who is taking over for me?" and she asked if it was for my break, and I was like "Uh, no. I'm only scheduled to 11, I'm going home,' to which she suddenly looks panicked as she looks around for a person to take lane 2. She finally pulls Guadalupe and tells him to take over for me, and he holds up his hand "Give me five minutes." Nope, sorry, no can do. It's already 11:02, and I am off. So I said "No, take the headset, besides there aren't any cars right now, you'll probably be standing around for five minutes." Last time I was told "just a couple minutes, okay? then you can go home" I ended up waiting abou thalf an hour. Not this time, sorry.
During the final hours of work, I was messaging back and forth with my sis on my phone about her birthday party next month. I had been planning on getting her something, mom wanted to know if she was going to be doing anything, and it seemed she picked a nice restaurant for the party. With friends... with... boyfriends. It was when I was told that last little bit that I decided "no, sorry, can't do this." She kept on insisting and insisting, until she finally gave up, but I"m sorry, I can't. I was already starting to break down the moment I read "boyfriends" in the text message and was told "there might be one other single girl there." Oh yay, whoopie... what other great way to make it obvious that "Hello, single here and miserable." Especially since it seems I can't hold a relationship anymore for anything over a month or less. It seems that anymore, I get picked up because someone thinks I'll be good, but within a month they realize "Uhm, maybe not....." and let me go... without telling me.... Or it's just no from the start. Apparently I"m the kinda girl that... would be good to bring home to mommy and daddy, but not exactly what a guy wants. Thus my misery. I miss my last boyfriend, and I still don't even know if we were officially together, if we're already done with... since he basically doesn't talk anymore..... I miss 'Miah, though I know with him it's a definate no from the beginning. It just flat out effin' sucks that nothing ever works for me in a relationship..... That it seems I'm just straight out destined to be single and miserable. Being around other couples makes me miss what I could have at that moment.... Makes me want to die....
'Scuse me as I go cry... again....
--EDIT--8:21pm
I also remembered during the drive today up to Greeley with mom.... I had an incident with a coffee pot. It was empty, we were dead, and I noticed that our drink machine in drive-thru had a lot of ice cubes building up under the conveyor belt, so I filled the coffee pot with hot water, poured it over the ice to melt it, and then turned to go put it back when.... CRASH! I realize I hit the pot on a metal corner of the drink station... a glass coffee pot.... and the bottom of it completely shattered like crazy, glass everywhere. I looked down and just wanted to give up right then and say "Maybe I should just go home today" since I already had a couple problems already. As I was picking up the larger pieces with my hands, I noticed Guadalupe was rubbing at his hands a little bit, and, realizing he was standing next to the station when the pot crashed, I thought "Shit.... the glass cut him when it broke!" Thankfully, he was fine. I just felt like crap and that I shouldn't touch the coffee pots at all for the rest of the day...