Gah...

Yesterday was not fun. Work was so horrible.

About 30 minutes before we were going to take the dinner bar down and put up breakfast, something like a hell of a lot of people came in. I think it was atleast over 100. I don't know.

I know they wiped out my goddamn bar. And the kitchen didn't have the stuff to replace it with already cooked because it was almost time for breakfast. Who the fuck would have all of that food made right before breakfast?! Seriously.

I burnt myself so much. I dropped a pan of grits, and I honestly didn't care by that point. Over it.

When I got off, I felt almost like puking. I think it came from the running around so much, sweating at the bar, and the fact that there wasn't really time to get a drink of anything.

I feel better now. Just fucking tired.

Those goddamn people are coming back tonight.

Up for calling in anyone? I know that most of nightshift is.