A Day In The Life in Ultimate Randomness

I have been writing on here quite a bit in the last 5 or so months, more than I ever thought I would or ever have before, but one thing I have noticed is that amongst all the bitching about how cruel life is and waxing philosophical about connections between my life and things in movies and all that general stuff, I have never really stopped to do what most people around here do: just give an account of my day. Yesterday was not typical in terms of specifics, but more along the lines of, "This is just kinda what happens to me." So without further ado, here is my day...

8-9:45 AM

Woke up. Not sure how long I actually slept, but I think I got 6 or so hours of sleeping off and on. Not too shabby. Went to hop in the bathroom to shave and take a shower because the owner of one of my companies was going to spending the day with us at the cafe. Decided before hopping the shower I would write in my diary. Wrote heartfelt (read: bitched and moaned) about how the world is cruel and life is hard while never actually changing anything. Got done, realized it was almost 9:30, had to skip shower, but shaved so at least I wouldn't be hairy guy around food...well, not facially hairy....well, the goatee is still there, so not facially AS hairy. Found clothes, got dressed, took meds, grabbed a Coke and ran out of the house to try and get to work downtown by 10:15.

9:45-10:17

Traffic speeds along down the interstate. The drive is peac- WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! Why is there rush hour traffic going into downtown at 10:00 AM? Curse cars, curse people, curse the world, figure I will be lucky to make it to work on time. Traffic clears up a little once the interstates merge going into downtown, manage to use superior driving skills to make it to garage 2 minutes before work. Get to the elevator and wait for 3 minutes for the damn thing to come down one floor, curse the Y, curse my timing. Elevator arrives, get to work 2 minutes late. Not too bad I guess.

10:20-2:30

Get to work and immediately go over with the boss (aka-SIL) what is going to transpire through the day. Hot girl shows up at cafe and sits down at table. Drool for a minute before realizing she is the owner's new marketing and product coordinator. Continue to drool anyway. Automatically look at left hand (I think that skill develops automatically when you hit 30) and notice she is married. Sigh, but continue to drool, only in muted, less obvious, more polite fashion. I have practice. I work in a cafe in a YMCA and there are plenty of good looking women wandering around in workout clothes. I am a practiced polite drooler. Anyhow, start to go over product, production times, what can be gotten rid of, what sells well, what our customer base is, can I take her clothes off with my teeth please? Umm, sorry, thought that one stayed in my head. Good thing she can't hear these diary entries. Yay! Look to the door and...hey, is that Richard Belzer, famously known as Munch from Law & Order: SVU? Oh wait, that's the owner. Jeez, I am so confused. Maybe I should stop staring at married marketing girl when she is walking away...I do love how they walk (nod to you Harry Potter fans out there). Continue to go over product stuff with hottie and Munch while taking care of the occasional customer. When that is over, me and the boss take a few seconds to breathe while Munch and (be respectful Gamer) that very nice looking marketing coordinator chat about branding and products and such. Ah, it's nice to - WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! Where did all these people come from? Proceed to make smoothies, sandwiches, wraps, and ring customers up pretty steadily from 12:15 until 2. Finally get a chance to take my mandatory break and read my book, "The Talisman" by Stephen King. Ah, this book is great. Chat with the boss about the day, products, random stuff, then realize a half hour has gone by and I forget to relax and read my book. Doh.... :(

2:30-5:45

Munch and very nice cute girl leave, as does boss to do deposit she would normally have done by 12:30. Have store to self. Spend next two hours watching Ink Master, almost no customers, read book and do little things around the store to keep from nodding off. Start doing closing work at 4:00 - wrapping display sandwiches, putting away food for next day, turning off soups and panini maker, cleaning espresso machine and - Damn it! Get a steady stream of customer for the next hour while I try to get closing stuff done and dishes so I can get out of there as quickly as possible when the store closes so I can - joy! - rush to Putza Hut...I mean Pizza Hut. Still manage to get everything done at a decent time, closed up, register counted (only 3 cents over, go me!), and lock up the store by 5:45. Grab book and take apron off and head for the elevator, get down to my car and drive off into the sunset.

5:45-6:30

Jeez, that sunset hurts my eyes. Still, the drive home should not be too b - WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! This traffic wasn't here yesterday! Shit. Slog through afternoon traffic out of downtown and towards home. Eventually get clear of all of it about 5 minutes from the house. Get home to retrieve Pizza Hut uniform and...it is in the wash. Shit. Put on acceptable shirt and keep black pants from cafe on to work in with 90 degree heat outside. YAY! Ah, they'll get over it. They have no choice because I am their best driver. Leave house and proceed to work.

6:32-6:35

Curse existence. Half the night shift has called out and we are short staffed on drivers, cooks, and register workers. Again. Try to decide between helping put out fires or just burn the whole place down and make it easy on myself for once. Decide to play nice.

6:35-11:45

Curse existence further. Spend the next few hours delivering pizzas that are late because the cook is slow and incompetent. Occasionally step in and play manager when customers become too much. Drive around thinking about why it is God hates me and why he won't just go ahead and smite me already instead of this slow death every day that seems to be going nowhere except an early grave. Try not to scream at coworkers, like the pizza cook. Contemplate getting drunk when I get home even though I haven't had a drink in over 3 months and I am not supposed to drink with my meds. Take a deep breath...and make a mistake, which I then have to fix. Cleanup gets down on time somehow, but register is short...again...Haven't I explained to my GM how to keep that from happening? Oh well, he isn't the brightest bulb. Contemplate talking to district manager and having her give me the store before realizing I would burn the bastard down and run away laughing before running head on into oncoming traffic. But not that traffic I got earlier. That stuff was too slow. Talk for awhile with coworkers I like. Boo-hoo about myself and what an unattractive, undesirable loser I am. So...typical stuff. Try to avoid going back to house as long as possible so that everyone is well asleep when I get home. Don't want to hear anything I don't want to hear, even if there is only a remote chance I will hear it. Hey, what can I say? I have really good hearing from a distance. It kinda sucks.

12:00-1:30

Play Saint's Row 2, get cheated by game repeatedly, get frustrated, turn off without accomplishing much. Watch the end of the finale of Ink Master. Aww, that little dude named Sausage lost? That sucks. Start to watch Tattoo Nightmares before deciding to finish off that episode of Supernatural I had started watching. Wish I hunted down demons and stuff. That would be way more fun than this stuff. Oh, and on a side note, I don't have tattoos, I am just an art appriciator...apreciator...appr- aw, screw it! I like art. Finish watching Sam, Dean, and the Ghostfacers hunt down the "Thin Man"...who turns out to be a fat psycho cop and his psycho nerdboy best friend. Yay! Set timer on TV, put on Tattoo Nightmares to listen to while I go to sleep, and lay my head down. If I am lucky, maybe I can have a dream about hottie from the cafe....

Yeah, so I wasn't that lucky. I am usually not. I have dreams about my ex leaving me and family dying and shit. sighs Yup, that's my life. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this recounting of my day yesterday and hope to hear from y'all at some point in the future. Maybe I will do this again. It was pretty fun. Good da- AW, WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!