Just when I thought today was going good, I get a flashback from yesterday as Sunshine politely informs me of all my shortcomings from last night.  I forgot this, I screwed up that.  It wasn't rude or anything, but I didn't do that badly really.

   To be honest, today was fun.  Kind, smiling faces everywhere.

   Of course, I have to be honest... it isn't even over yet.  I have an hour and a half break.  That is,  I'm working a double shift.  I need the money.  And Jenn was kind enough to give up the shift that she had originally wanted to work to me.  While I usually don't like lazy people, I can make an exception this time since I directly benefit.

   I'm sure Mr. James will be having fun without his supervisor.  And he has to put up with me.  I'm sure he's having a worse time.
 

   I'll only add more if something noteworthy happens tonight.  Pure exhaustion and tired legs from these eight pound boots is not noteworthy.

   But this is!

   So I came back to work like a good little employee, right?  And I thought 'Hmm, who's in drive-thru with me?'  And I looked at the sheet with the information.  And who was coordinating?

    Colleen, favorite person number 4 or 5.

   My heart plummeted, I felt sick to my stomach, my vision went cloudy and I nearly fell to the ground right there in front of the time clock.  If you don't know this girl when she's coordinating, you're lucky.  'Normal Colleen' and 'I'm in charge and it's gone to my head faster than a shot of vodka Colleen' are two different breeds.  The first is weird like normal.  The second just wants to make you cry.

   Friends, I nearly cried.

   To be honest, I had low hopes going in and I felt a sense of dread as I walked towards the drive-thru.  But I tried to keep my hopes up, I tried to be positive.

   "Do this, do that, you sinner."

   Maybe she didn't say that to me, but she might have well done so.  And this went on and on and on and on and on.  Until we closed.  She did 'mellow out' as the time went on, but why take out imagined slights against me?  Why make my life miserable?

   This is exactly the sort of reason that this webpage is in existence.  To explain away this sort of behavior as well as allow everyone to laugh at it rather than make me cry instead.
 

   To finish it off, she expressed how she was so sure she was supervisor material and would make the next best choice.  I literally threw up on the floor and had to stay later to clean up after myself.