Readers, friends, bloggy babes, I have to say. I am so excited to have you all on board. I hope you’re excited, cause I’m really freakin excited.
Now it’s story time. Today was my last shift at work until about two weeks from now. I’m going on vacation! Starting Friday, I’ll be rockin the boat down in Virginia Beach with Grams, the fam, and most of all, bronzing a la playa.
I had to. Can’t wait.
Back to the story. I was so excited for it to be my last shift for a bit (hey, a girl needs a vacation sometimes, kay?). I got my paycheck, my tip-outs, and was almost done with my shift. We have door-windows that go from the inside out to the deck. I was delivering food to one of my last tables, and started walking, arms full of goodies. Lo and behold, I walked straight into the glass door that I swear was open five seconds beforehand. I guess not. Food flew in my face, plate shattered.
I am now the girl that walked into a closed door. And broke plates.
My tables were all really worried about my post-crash state, and gave me really good tips. I think they felt kinda bad. So, now I am at home, eating bananas with sunbutter (plural because I’m so hungry, and not real food because I’m working out soon), and drinking coffee.
I woke up this morning and made half-caf coffee, thinking it would be a sneaky way for me to be able to have two cups without overdoing it on the caffeine, but I only ended up drinking one cup. Woah. This is a big deal. I was at a bonfire last night, so I only got 6-ish hours of sleep. Over here = champ status.
What happened to the second cup of coffee, you may ask? I mugged it up with me to bring in the car, and as soon as I started moving, it spilled all over my iPhone. Don’t worry guys, the mug is totally safe.
Are you excited for the challenge? I am so ready for Saturday to officially begin!
Tell me an embarrassing story!