Bleah… what a day.
Spent most of the day tired, aone, and depressed. Our family is about as religious as a particularly agnostic turnip, but we still used to like having a proper Easter dinner together. Good memories, but nontheless making for sad thoughts when you’re alone but for a bowl of mac and cheese and the last can of Throwback Dew in the house. *sigh* I want colored eggs, chocolate bunnies, and marshmallow peeps, dangit. I’m fully realized that, as an adult, I can simply go and get such things, but they’re pretty meaningless without anyone around, you know?
Managed to sleep past my alarm again, stumbling half-asleep out of the door. In my haste, I managed to grab two different kinds of sock, which is one of those annoyances that is irritating based solely on how minor and mundane it is. Called in, to let them know I was coming, but needed to grab food. Spent fifteen. goddamn. minutes. in the drive-thru, and they then got my order totally wrong!
Finally get in to work twenty minutes late, to deal with the bitchy, self-entitled *brat* of a co-worker (I don’t usually gripe about her, she’s really not worth it) dumping a load of problems *she* should have dealt with, including contacting an online booking company - something that can only be done during business hours, meaning that tonight’s paperwork is going to be off, and a big mess tomorrow.
Speaking of big messes, the usual breakfast bar person was ‘sick’ and couldn’t do the cleanup on the breakfast area. Funny how she’s always feeling bad on days when there’s a lot to do… Add to that the manager foisting off things that she was supposed to do, and you’ve got a recipie for one really awful, totally lousy day. I’m just glad it’s over.
Oh, wait. I’m still at work. Damn…