Oh, It's Just Spit in My Eyes

The day started out well. I woke up early so I could read and have a cup of tea before work. All went well until I arrived at the Euro station and learned that the meal today was French Tip Sandwiches. A favorite among diners and loathed by me.

The oil/runoff that the meat is kept in until I throw it on the bread is hot enough to cook the meat and with every sandwich the oil ran down my hand, burning it. After four and half hours of this my shift was over. I already had first degree burns all over my right hand but never mind that, I had to clean up. At which point I dropped the pan of hot stir fry into counter-heater of boiling water, making it splash all over me. This was bad, but I'm used to getting burned during my Euro shift so I wasn't brooding over a bad day yet.

Then my second shift rolled around. I had eaten too much chocolate on my time off and felt sick. Instead of being sent to pots, which I now like because boot-girl is much less awkward than pepper spray-girl (although she doesn't know about the incident), know-it-all, and I-sing-Broadway-all-the-time-but-can't-really-sing-girl. Then, an hour into the shift I dropped a glass and it went everywhere. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal. After all, last week pepper spray-girl shattered a plate last week. But it was because when I break thing and there are big noises I freeze, hands by my head in the "I'm innocent" position. It's just a reflex. And everyone stood there being socially awkward while I smiled sheepishly, unable to lower my arms. Only a few minutes after that I put a glass tray up on the cart and the liquid disgustingness hit me.

By liquid disgustingness I mean the remains of everyone's drinks and their spit that had puddled at the edge of the cart. I set the tray down and it flew at me like a tidal wave. It went down my shirt, all over my face and literally into my eyes. I'm pretty sure I still have milk/juice/spit/soda/coffee/tea mixture still in my eyes. I'll probably get diseases. They'll remove my eyes and I'll be like pirate man. But not nearly as cool just pathetic. At least all I'll get workers comp though.

Now that it's all written down it doesn't seem like such a bad day. So it wasn't. It was just a nasty day. And now it's over. Only a week until I'm back at home drinking slurpees and forcing Alex to make me gluten-free, milk-free waffles. Yumm.