You know how you're never supposed to ask "what else can go wrong?" Because it just might?
Yeah, I fucked up.
So after completing the fucking day from hell, I get a text message from a co-worker, telling me that another co-worker was tweaked out of her fucking skull and pulled a knife on several people at work.
And honestly, my first thought was "YOU KNOW THERE 3 OTHER MANAGERS, RIGHT? TWO OF THEM ARE THERE RIGHT NOW. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO MESSAGE ME WITH THIS SHIT? MY SHIFT HAS BEEN OVER FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS. WHY, IN THE BLUE HELL, AM I ALWAYS CALLED OR TEXT WITH SHIT LIKE THIS?!?!?!"
Is it bad that I kinda wished that she would've gone all Legend of Micheal Myers on them and stabbed anything that moved? The cops would've done all the heavy lifting. But the time I get back there tomorrow, it's all just paperwork for me.