It wasn’t any one incident, just a culmination of little things that made it particularly crappy.

I was on cold bar for at least 3 hours straight. I fucking hate cold bar because it’s nothing but Frappuccino’s, teas, and refreshers. When on cold bar, you’re constantly pumping sauces and syrups into drinks and it hurts my shoulder by the end of the day. I smashed my finger in the ice bin and now I have a bruise on my fingernail. I was pumping simple syrup into a blender pitcher and it hit an ice cube just right to splash up and hit me in the face. So I got simple syrup all over my face, glasses, and in my hair.

I did get to talk to homeless lady some more…good part of the day.

And I had dinner with Tori after work.