Saving Grace

There’s always a saving grace. I wrote yesterday that I had an awful night. Tonight topped it. Since it was a Valentine’s Day event, everyone was in... a mood. I too was pretty cranky given that I got called in. As the night progressed, the stress mounted. My boss was yelling six things at me, expecting all of them to get done instantly and got mad at me when those six things weren’t done. When I’d do something too slowly (over five minutes) he would make a remark. When I messed up or didn’t do something perfectly he’d make a remark. His remarks were not friendly. Eventually, I got pissed and kicked the freezer door closed. Not a good move I admit. My boss ended up telling me that if I was going to have such a shitty attitude that I should go home. I got pissed and walked out.

I was so angry and frustrated that I started crying. And that ironically enough made me even angrier. I hate, hate, HATE crying in front of people but dammit if I didn’t do it in front of an entire restaurant. I spent the rest of the night washing the glasses behind the bar. Monotonous tasks are best when I get into that mood. To cap off my night, I phoned home only to find out that my ride was also out. I ended up hanging around work for another half hour or so waiting for Paul. I didn’t really mind.

So up until that point, the night pretty much sucked. Badly.

Then I checked my email and my friend Dana told me she was back in town. Not even two minutes later, she shows up on MSN. So while I was exhausted and feeling pretty shitty, I invited her over anyway (at like 11:30 at night) to help me with some baking. It was the best thing I did all day. She had me cheered up in no time flat. I forgot all about how crappy work had been, how stressful school was and how I felt regarding some other issues. I especially liked having her over because otherwise I would have been by myself and I really didn’t want to be.

And yes! I finally managed to get some baking done! The gingerbread house is now standing. It looks like a sloppy mess but for a girl who had no instructions, I think it kicks ass. Besides, I haven’t put the candy on it yet. I’m just claiming that it was paint balled. That’s why there are random icing splotches all over it. But I did everything myself. I made the cookies, I made the icing, I put the damn thing together and it is in fact hollow inside. I was also able to make some strange cookie that I’m not entirely sure if I like yet. It wasn’t bad... I just think it’s a bit too doughy. It would be good with a glass of milk... Oh well... next time I suppose. Tomorrow I still have three batches of cookies and a batch of muffins. I’m going to have to be up... earlier than usual.

Here’s hoping my icing holds. Lord knows I will never be an architect. I promise I will have pictures tomorrow to document this. The camera is currently locked away and I don’t feel like waking the key-holder.

Lauren.