Mar 19, 2013 13:39
I told my parents that obviously something bad was going to happen this week. Not catastrophic or anything, but just something bad that would remind me why I'm happy to be leaving the coffee shop. Asshole customer, something breaking, etc. I did NOT mean getting ill AGAIN! BLARG!
Woke up yesterday with my throat feeling like hell, but otherwise feeling mostly ok. So I packed up some cough drops to take with me, and drank plenty of tea and water all day at work. I knew that I shouldn't push myself, so I didn't go in to my internship, just went home to have a nap. Which lasted for 5 hours. And from which I woke feeling even shittier. Last night was a misery of coughing and weakness. But hey, Palmer bought me OJ, made us dinner, and then fixed us bowls of ice cream to soothe my poor throat.
Today isn't quite so bad- its not GOOD, not at all, but it isn't so bad as last night. Took the day off from the production company, and am trying to rest and drink plenty of fluids. I'm also trying to get small things done- I unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it, and did the dishes that are too big/can't go in the dishwasher. Maintenance also came by, and fixed the kitchen cabinet shelf that didn't have the right support, as well as the bathroom outlet that just didn't work. Hooray! I'm not putting the spices back in the cabinet, though, because the lazy Susan I ordered might arrive today. And I don't want to put everything back just to take it out again.
Customers have already entered into the "make Suze cry" mission - one customer and her daughter baked me a cake in the shape of the coffee shop logo! (And it was freaking delicious!) Another customer, who is also a nationally known member of the media, wished me luck and said he'd be sure to stop in and say goodbye before my last day. I just- I'm glad to leave, because I need a change, but I really will miss all the awesome people I've gotten to know.
And now I'm going to try and fold laundry. and then maybe fall over.
unfuck your habit/at,
my body hates me,
work eats my soul