I had a pleasant work day, everything was going along well (IE- It was a slow day, up to 1 customer/hour), all my tasks were in the process of being done in time and early even, and then suddenly...
An Ambush! Curse them!All of a sudden, during the closing hours, I get ambushed with up to 5 customers out of nowhere, one of them ordering 2 lbs. of pepperoni, micro-thin (transparent). I told them that it would take awhile to complete the order, and in the process of slicing it, I had to relocate my shoulder, in front of them, still not phased. And upon finishing, they left pissed off. What the hell? My customers are friggin' sociopaths. They saw me struggling to finish in time, and they're the ones pissed off.
Add to it, despite all the clearest signs we're closed, customers still came to order. And of course, thanks to the ambush, instead of finishing on time (as I expected), I ended up closing half an hour late (again), and my sister was also half an hour late to pick me up (meaning, an hour after I was supposed to be out, I finally got home). Overall, it was a pretty crappy work day on what would've been a dream.
I hate Tuesdays. This crap ALWAYS happens on a Tuesday. Hell, if it were a curse, I'd cast it on any of them and let them feel my pain in a way unique to them. Always whenever I work alone and without any witnesses either. Every Tuesday becomes a Twilight Zone episode.
Always when Lost is on as well, I noticed. It's like something doesn't want me to have any closure.