Chuck Taylors and The Pillows

I know that none of you want to hear how bad my day has been, but I need to tell you how bad my day has been. Before I tell you the story of my awful day, I need to tell you two things; 1. I have allergies and recently they have been really acting up, stuffy nose, sneezing, the whole works; 2. I have been taking medicine for my acne for about two months, it works pretty well but it has some side-effects, side-effects such as chapped lips, dry skin, and nose bleeds. Now, the story of my day. I went to bed last night around 4:00 am, mainly because I'm out of school and didn't have to go to work until 5:00 pm. Also, I had to stay up and watch a show that I missed the first time at 12:30 am, I was asleep, so I didn't feel like I was missing any sleep by watching the repeat, I had slept until about an hour before it. Okay, I'm going to screw the "this show" crap, I've never been afraid to advertise a great show that I would stay up all hours of the night to watch. "This show" is called "Case Closed." Its an anime about a 17 or 18 year old detective who gets turned into a little boy, it is a really good show, its about him solving crimes and trying to turn himself back to normal. Anyway, because I stayed up to watch this show and meant to sleep in, my mom had to wake me up early that morning to do house work, yea! So, I've been tired pretty much all day. Then about 5:00 pm I went to work. As soon as I got there she put me on pre-close, this isn't so bad, all I had to do was clean up in the back, thus no grouchy customers to deal with, the only thing I don't like about drive-thru register. I did that for about three hours. Right at 8:00 pm, I was put on drive-thru sandwiches, I really didn't mind, I like making sandwiches and it was only for two hours. It seemed that immediately as I became the drive-thru sandwich person, it became busy. Busy is good, it makes time go faster, that is if you have everything you need. Of course, the person who was on sandwiches before me conveniately forgot to stock their station before they left. I had little mayonnaise, little kectup, very little cheese, and no lettuce. I had no time to stock, I just had to try to make 75+ sandwiches with next to no ingredients. By the time the two hours were up I had gotten myself pretty tired, my allergies were really taking affect, and finally got my station stocked. I asked the manager if I could go home and she said nothing. I asked again and again nothing. This was "mean" manager 1, about the time I asked her the second time, her husband walked through the door. She decided to talk to him in the dining room for about 45 minutes, none of us are supposed to talk to anyone in the dining room, not even the managers. I'm not rude, however, so I waited until she was done talking before I asked her to leave again. Finally I was able to go home. I made it home and decided to take a long, hot bath. That's relaxing, right, not this bath. As soon as I had gotten myself comfortable, I closed my eyes and felt warm drops falling on my stomach. I opened my eyes to see red puddles plunging from my nose. I got out of the bathtub and finally stopped my nose from bleeding anymore. I finally had a relaxing bath, but I'm still very sick. And that brings me to now, when I started to blog to all of you nice people, thanks for listening to my story, it made me feel better anyway. Later Days.