D'OH!
And today's surprise arrived at 10.10 this morning:
*phone rings*
Tink lies in bed, considering whether she really wants to talk to someone so impudent as to call before noon.
Tink decides it's probably important if they're calling at this hour. Jumps out of bed and storms around the apartment naked in a big sleepy confusion, simultaneously trying to pinpoint the origin of the sound and/or remember where she put the phone last night.
"Hullo?"
"Hey, whatchu doin'?"
"Sleepin'." Duh.
"Really? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Funny. Check the date?"
"It's the 30th."
*blink*
*profanity.*
"Be there in an hour."
"Ok, that's fine."
She hangs up with a giggle.
- I actually made it in 50 minutes, which is pretty darn near miraculous.
Of course, I forgot my phone at home, and had a squillion messages when I got back, one of them from someone who wanted to talk to me about a job I applied to. I'm sure she'll consider me extremely enthusiastic when I wait until the next day to call her back. Crud.
Other than that, the day turned out ok. The chef was in a silly mood, so we were singing and dancing around the kitchen, much to the annoyance of Michelle, who played the part of my personal alarm clock this morning. What's so irritating about a couple of retards bouncing around the kitchen singing childrens' songs they only half remember? I mean, really.
Oh, and the highlight was when the fire alarm went off for no reason and we had to wait for the fire department to come shut it off. Man, that was loud. Luckily it only took them about 5 minutes to show. Meanwhile, we had a room full of guests looking everywhere from confused to terrified to annoyed. One of them came out into the kitchen to inform us that the alarm had apparently gone off and would we mind shutting it off as the sound was rather unpleasant.
No, really?! Thank you for bringing our attention to that fact, as it would otherwise probably have gone completely unnoticed! Nothing gets by you, buddy!
And on the subject of idiotic guests, I had a couple of ladies ordering hot chocolate. It's an open kitchen and they were standing at the counter following my every move. As per usual, I put the milk in, added a small cupfull of chocolate pieces and went for the steamer.
"Oh my, this is fancy! Are you really using real cocoa beans?"
*facepalm*