madigan

Yesterday morning started off bright and early -- 4:45am to be fucking exact. Good thing it was my last day at the bagel shop. Driving into town, I see: a dead cow, raccoon, opussum, skunk, and various remnants of critters mashed into the pavement. Aaah, I love death in the morning. Yeah. It got insane, as usual, and of course customers were at an all-time snarky high. I take an order for this dumb bitch that includes three BLENDED white mochas. Two out of three employees hear blended while the other was given the order to make them. Dumb bitch stood and watched D make all three drinks and says, "they were supposed to be hot." I say, clearly annoyed, "you said BLENDED." Dumb bitch, "no, I didn't." D and I are mumbling our profanities under our breath and new drinks made, she says, "are these all non-fat? It was only supposed to be one." Rage. Pure rage. After she collects her shit and leaves out the damn door, she comes back for another mocha. A car accident outside. More customer fucktardednes. Screaming demon-spawn. To top it off, the power goes out while D and I are closing. How convenient.

I come home to an ongoing argument on a local bands messageboard which has now come down to childish and ignorant cheap shots at me. He or she better hope certain people never find out who they are. That's right, I'm exercising my fucking eye-talian mafia heritage.

We were off to a rough start, but my iPod and I are doing great now.