I got to close all by myself at work today. I knew it was going to take longer than the 30 minutes scheduled after we stop serving customers, but I didn’t realize it was going to take over two hours. I had to clock out after an hour to avoid overtime, which I was sort of okay with, because it was my first time closing solo, and I was absorbed with my desire to do a really good job, and I was expecting it to take a while…but it wouldn’t have taken so long had the girl whose shift ended four hours before mine (was supposed to) had cleaned up after herself just a little bit. I had to ask her to wipe up her mocha powder explosion (which had been everywhere for hours) before she left. I spent over five minutes scraping dried milk off the steam wand with my now-shredded fingernails. Long story short: this was an annoying way to end my shift, but most of the people I work with are pretty awesome, so I wasn’t too grumpy about it.
The grumpiness began as I drove home. It’s a short drive, and tonight it was dark and really rainy. And the dude who was driving behind me decided that he wanted to win the A**hat of the Year Award. He’d accelerate onto my bumper, then fall back, then accelerate, swerving into the middle of the road, then fall way back. I wasn’t going unusually slowly, but I braked a bit on the curves because: a) it was dark, and b) the road was wet. Mr. A**hat got on my bumper, flashed his brights, acted like he was going to pass…and eventually turned into a residential road. There’s something about road rage that just irritates me to no end.
Once I got home, I went to pull the recycling and composting bins into the garage. It was cold and wet outside, but hooray, I was home! I picked up the trashcan, and freezing cold water that had been collecting on the lid dumped all over me.
Somehow, even though I haven’t eaten since breakfast, I’m not all that hungry. I’m just looking forward to sleep.