I Almost Died Last Night

Our cat, Goat, got into the window sill that is right above the head of our bed. He knocked something off of it (could have been anything really, like a bug, but I think it was a coin) and the object landed directly into my windpipe. I choked almost to death but after a minute or so I swallowed the thing. I cried by eyes out and Blake comforted me until I fell back asleep. The clincher to this story is the fact that I don't remember it whatsoever. The next morning when Blake mentioned it I had no idea what he was talking about. He told me the whole story and still nothing. Last night I nearly choked to death and it didn't even wake me up.

Holy crap.

GRR

I have to go to Portland on my day off to see a specialist because I live in a backward-ass hick town with nothing but a bowling alley and a river. I want out, sooner than later preferably. I hate this town.

This is a Completely New Kind of Pissed Off for Me

Where do I start...

I suppose I should start by explaining how service at Sunshine Pizza works. We have the resources for a partial service restaurant: customers order at our counter, there is a soda fountain available to them, and we have one waitress to tend to the entire floor. But the management insists on projecting excellent customer service, so when you're the waitress for the night you're completley fucked. There is seating for 178 customers in that restaurant and the waitress is expected to attended to every customers need. Every togo box, or drink, or spoon, or cup that a customer gets up and asks for gets the waitress in trouble. So keep in mind that a full house is a fucking nightmare for the waitress.

Kiana asked me to work for her on Saturday night. I was already going to work 9am-4:30pm on Saturday, but I agreed to also work from 5-9. That's right, 12 hours with a 30 minute break. Whoo. I knew it wouldn't be too bad, I had done it before. And I didn't have to work the next day so I was all for it. But when I got to work Saturday morning the first opener was way behind. The opener's job is not closely watched and recently we got a new opener. Once she (Mindy) got into a routine for opening she got really fucking lazy really fucking quickly. So Saturday morning I was behind in my job by more than an hour because she was so damn behind in her job. The manager freaked out on me, not her, and so by 11am I was already pretty pissed off. But it got way worse.

SOMEBODY overbooked the restaurant for afternoon soccer parties and we had the busiest Saturday lunch I've ever seen. Then Mindy went and bitched to my manager that I couldn't handle my job, I was way behind, and I was fucking things up for all the staff. So I got bitched at again. I was nearly yelling at Mindy by the time she got off of her shift. I was enraged.

Then (while we're understaffed, overbooked, and I'm kinda winging my entire job) Sarah calls to tell me that she wants ME to explain to Sissy (the manager who already wants to eat my soul at this point in the day) that she can't come in tonight because of a family emergency. I asked her three times to just wait on hold and I'll get Sissy for her. The third time she says, "No, I have to go right now." And she hangs up. I was so mad at her because I knew Sissy was again going to be mad at me, this time for not letting her talk to Sarah directly. And I was so busy with all the customers that I completely forgot to stop at actually tell Sissy that Sarah called. So when 5:30 comes around and Sarah is half an hour late, a coworker jokingly poses me the question "Ya think Sarah's gonna come in to work tonight?"

My stomach dropped. I ran and told Sissy that I forgot to tell her Sarah had called this morning. I got suspended from work for two of my next shifts.

I was so many new kinds of pissed off on Saturday night that I spent the last three hours of my shift half crying and half choking it back so I wouldn't cry. I am SO looking for a new job. I really can't summon the proper curses to show how indignant and pissed off I really am. Wow.