What Happened?!?

I don't understand how such a great day can be thrown into utter chaos and suckage. Everything was fantastic- after coffee I went grocery shopping and then went to Newman where I sat outside in the sun and it was amazing. I haven't really sat in the sun in such a long time (thanks, winter). I start making some quiche for CK's party tomorrow (I've never made it before, so I wanted to give it enough time to figure it out if I got it wrong). At 5:30 I stick them in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes, just like the recipe says. I then go get my phone and there is a text message from a coworker, received at around 3:45: "...Just reminding you that you're supposed to come in at 4..."

WHAT?!?!?!

No.

No.

No, this is very wrong and just...no.

I call her back and ask if she's sure. She says my name is marked in for another boy and I am suddenly releived. Clearly, she is reading last week's schedule when I did take his shift. She says no, that it says "Feb. 19th" and my name is still marked in. I suddenly get that light-headed feeling whenever I get super stressed very quickly. So I did the only thing I could- turned the oven off, left my tray of quiche and hi-tailed it to work, trying to figure out exactly how I messed this up.

This wouldn't have been such a problem except I was supposed to hold auditions for my film project at seven, and the shift was to last until 8. I get to the desk and look at the schedule because I really still can't believe that I could have neglected this. Sure enough, my name was written in for the other boy's.....but in who's handwriting?????? It wasn't mine, which means that (obvious argument coming up) I didn't write it/ I didn't okay it. I sighed a little bit of relief, but I still had to talk to a manager to clear it up. Even though he said it was okay, I was still really really upset. I went back to my dorm and literally just sat on the floor in the dark for about twenty minutes before I had to get ready for the auditions.

The auditions. Okay, I had something to look forward to. I had a lot of responses and expected about 6-8 people to show up. Again, they were set to start at seven. At 7:05, I started to get nervous. At 7:10 I started to get anxious. At 7:15, I was really starting to panic. This was the last shot I had to raise this project from the ashes that it had been left in after last weekend's fiasco. Finally, one guy called and he came in and read for both of the male leads, but that was it. No one else showed up. It was finished. The project had died and I had failed. I sat in the basement of Swain for half an hour and just cried.

But the day did not end in saddness. In my own personal pity party, I remembered my abandoned quiche, still sitting in the oven (which I did turn off) at Newman. I eventually left Swain and went back to Newman, where I turned the oven on and proceeded to sit on the floor. While I have moved locations, I'm still a mess and I'm still crying. A lady walked in and she asked what was wrong. I just told her I had a bad day at work and she told me that sometimes it's best to put things in Jesus' hands. I appreciated the thought but at the time, I really didn't want to hear about how Jesus was going to fix all my problems because I learned a long time ago that He doesn't- He gives you the tools to fix them yourself, but He rarely just waves His hands and makes everything better- not when it comes to the stresses of day-to-day life.

Anyways, she invited me into the Newman library where there was a whole group of ladies and they were eating fondu and all sorts of other deliciousness. I had never had fondu and it was amazing. I went back into the kitchen and took out the quiches. Considering they had been left in an oven for about four hours, I had no great expectations for them, but they were pretty good for my first try. Good enough put me in better spirits, anyway.

So yes. The day dropped off a cliff around 5:30 but then with the help of Fondu and success in the kitchen made things a little better. I still have to e-mail my professor and figure out what I'm going to do with this project/ figure out the most gracious way to tell her I quit and I'm dropping the class completely. But I can deal with that on Sunday. Tomorrow is CK's 21st Birthday party and it will be a fantastic time, for sure (with my quiche!!!)





I need to get a haircut tomorrow, too.