Emotions

I went crazy last night.

I had worked 9 hours at my day job and had to go straight to my night job.

The traffic was terrible.

Breaking Dawn Part 2 came out and since my second job is right by the theater, it was near impossible to find a parking spot.

I was almost late, (and I am NEVER late!)

There were only three of us working when there should have been five, (we didn't realize it would be so busy, party after party of women. Stupid Twilight.)

I was scheduled 6-10pm. I didn't get off until 11:15pm.

The only good news: Shane came and visited me. He ate food and I was able to snack off of his plate while we waited for my food, (we ordered it to go so I could eat it when I got home.)

I ordered a malibu chicken and a california malibu chicken, (I'd been craving this chicken all day long and was so excited!)

Side note: A malibu chicken is a fried chicken breast with swiss cheese, ham, and sauce on top. A california malibu is a grilled chicken breast with swiss cheese, ham, sliced avocado, and sauce on top.

We got my food. It was a calfiornia malibu without the avocado and sauce, and a steak.

A steak?! WHAT?!

We told my manager. They said they'd fix it. Never did.

I got home and threw away my food in anger and then cried. Yes, a bit dramatic, but I was tired and really looking forward to my chickens!!

My husband is a trooper. He just let me cry and tickled my back until I felt better. I'm so lucky. How he puts up with me I'll never know, but I sure appreciate him and all he does.