I worked Sunday, today, which is a six hour shift. That means I get a lunch. Now, I’ve worked this shift pretty much every week since December. So, I have a pretty good idea of the order of things. Every time I’ve worked Sunday, until today, I’ve gone to lunch sometime between 1:55 and 2:15 in the afternoon. My boyfriend decided he would bring me lunch today, so I told him to show up around 2:00.
At 1:30, my boss came over and told me to go to lunch.
My life is one of those lives which fully embraces Muphy’s Law.
The happy news is that I asked if I could go at 2:00 instead and she said of course, so it all ended okay, and I got my chicken tacos.
He also brought this energy drink, though, which tasted okay, so I drank a bunch. It made me super dizzy, and I fell onto a glass coffee table at work. There was this crystal moment where I was certain I was going to the emergency room--somewhere between the slip of my foot and my arms hitting the glass. It didn’t break, though, and so I am laceration free.
The second/third (I’m not sure) degree burn on the back of my hand is now slightly infected and it hurts. It also looks like it is filled with lemon pudding.
I’m wearing micro-fiber socks, which I advocate.
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