The Other Shoe Drops
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!
On any other day - any other day, this would have been no big deal. It was just a little fender bender, it barely cracked the bumper. But I was already balanced on a knife edge of calm above my anxieties about today, and getting rear-ended just totally threw me off. I somehow managed to keep myself composed ( Read more... )
On any other day - any other day, this would have been no big deal. It was just a little fender bender, it barely cracked the bumper. But I was already balanced on a knife edge of calm above my anxieties about today, and getting rear-ended just totally threw me off. I somehow managed to keep myself composed ( Read more... )
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The day before I transferred to a new Starbucks (back when I was working for them still...) I was driving around, lost out of my mind, and a guy using a weed whacker hit a pebble into my passenger window! It shattered the thing and scared the hell out of me and I was on an impossibly busy street so there was no chance of going back and getting any information from him. I couldn't find the Starbucks, was scared and nervous about the new job, and started crying myself.
Things will be better tomorrow. After all, things can hardly go worse than a car accident! Are your coworkers prepared at all, or will this be the first they've heard of it?
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