Yesterday was. . .

. . .interesting.

The word I used to describe it was
"failday."

I'll start at the beginning.

I woke up yesterday with a heinous migraine.
Which didn't go away when I went to work.

So there I was, sitting outside of work before my shift,
on the phone with my dear sweet mother
trying not to burst into tears.
Because of the pain,
because literally EVERYTHING was irritating me,
because I had to be happy and smiling,
because I couldn't be that girl
who falls apart because she has a
splitting migraine.

So I suck it up and start my shift.

Then about. . .
40 minutes later I realize. . .

My headache is gone.

My first reaction?
God must be telling me I'm working
in the right place,
if I go to work and my headache
goes away.

But the reason for "failday?"

I kept spilling things
and dropping things
and knocking things over
and spilling things
(So I said "spilling" twice? So what?)

OVER and OVER again.


On the plus side,

a customer in the drive thru
said he loved my hair.
And called me beautiful.