Today has been a hell of a day.
I had work at seven o'clock this morning so I pried myself out of bed and was in such a state of I-better-hurry-the-fuck-up-or-I'll-be-late, that I didn't have time to make myself tea (for the second morning in a row) and I completely forgot to grab my glasses before I headed out the door.
I didn't realize this until I was pulling out of our apartment in the dark and being like "Why is everything blurry?". Mind you, this is at 6:30 am, I have nothing in my system, and the sun has not risen yet. So I prayed all the way to work. This is what I imagine drunk driving feels like. (Spoiler: I made it.)
While at work, I had literally nothing to do for the first two hours. The store doesn't open it's doors until nine and there wasn't much to stock. I resorted to playing with a laser pointer and annoying the cats with it. It eventually picked up a half hour before my shift was over and in this time span, I encountered my favorite customer...
She was probably in her 70s so she should have known better, but I'm so used to these types of inquiries that I barely notice them anymore. It was her reaction that took me by surprise.
Customer: So, what do you call that hairstyle?
Me: Waardenburg Syndrome.
Customer : ... Oh... Are you okay!?
Me: Haha, yeah I'm fine it's just a lack of pigment.
Customer: Okay, I'm glad. ::Insert family story she told to try and redeem herself:: I'm glad you're not punk.
Me: Nope, it's natural.
Customer: ::Awkwardly waves and walks away::
I still don't know whether I should be happy she was concerned once she found out that I had a medical condition, or offended that she looks down upon punk people.
When I was driving home, it started to sprinkle and I nearly had a panic attack. My inner monologue went something like "I don't have my glasses on, if it starts to pour I'm screwed. There's no place to turn off the road. I just want Dunkin Donuts. I'm going to die."
The rain stopped in about a minute, I only ended up getting a drink because THEY NEVER HAVE PUMPKIN MUFFINS!! Seriously, if it's the fall season and you're advertising pumpkin flavored items, make more of those than the other items so you don't sell out by 11 am and leave disgruntled PMS-ing customer's muffin-less.
I went home where I proceeded to binge eat for about two hours and now here I am, reflecting on the day that is long from over.
Honestly, I just want a milkshake from Steak and Shake.
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