Oh sweet baby everything!
Had a fun filled night tonight. This has been the week from hell. My BF is on the afternoon shift so I see him maybe 2 hours a day so that's fun, I just found out my great-grandfather is on the downhill and will be passing on within the next month or so and have still attended work while sick as a dog from stress/general upset causing me to not sleep, eat, or generally function properly.
So last night was my Friday night; my last shift until my weekend. Was excited to have a full 2 days to myself, go visit my grandpa and just enjoy some time with my BF and get the snuggles I've been dying for since I'm constantly about a second away from a mental breakdown and a cry-fest.
Nope couldn't have an easy night. Not allowed. First customer wants two bagels with HALF!!!! Cream cheese, 2 yogurts, a large chocolate milk and something else. Well I drop her bagels (wearing gloves!!!!) into the toaster and while doing that I run and grab her other stuff.
Well in passing by the toaster with handfuls of her other shit I pull her bagels out (they were very sweet bagels so they would have scorched in half a second if left under the toaster coils). She lost her damned mind that it was unsanitary. She demanded that I make her brand new bagels. Bitch, I've only touched OTHER FOOD ITEMS!! Trust me it's about as sanitary as it'll be.
Well as luck would have it, since I work nights I only have what's left over from the afternoon shift in the way of food. Turns out I only have one bagel left of what she wanted. As I start to tell her this to try to come to a compromise (and apologize!) she gets huffy and refuses to answer. Well fuck it, you've already paid for two fucking bagels I'll just grab whatever one I think will look good with you choking on it as I stuff it down your bitch-ass throat!
And she turns to me: "So not only do you fuck up my first bagels in such a disgusting unsanitary manner. You then try to pull a fast one on me by switching the bagels?"
Me: Sorry ma'am I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't talk to me.
Her: "Well you shouldn't have fucked up in the first place!"
Her: "You're lucky I don't call the health board over this. You'll be lucky to have your fucking job tomorrow morning!!"
Fuck you cunt-scab, I really don't care about my job at this point, I'm half way out the door getting a new better job. Honestly couldn't care what you say or think about me to be honest. She had me so flustered and stressed out and just... GAH! I was shaking and honestly felt nauseated.
Sorry for the wall o' text!! Seriously had to vent to some people who would truly understand!