Stick Bagels, Cosmic Laws Regarding Bagels, A Pile of Shit and Craft Night

[Dunleavy]

Some days are harder than others. What seems to be starting as a good day suddenly takes a turn downhill and leaves me wondering what the hell happened.
Looking back, I can see the signs. Stupid little things which really mean nothing by themselves. But when you're busy and trying to keep your head above water, all it takes is one little thing to start you sinking below water level.
We have an everything stick bagel at work. It's a bagel, shaped as a stick with sesame seeds, poppy seeds and onions. Someone ordered one toasted with cream cheese and butter, but when they got it they didn't want it because it wasn't round. "I can't eat a bagel that's not round. It's just not right," I was told. Either I'm really naive when it comes to bagels or there is some cosmic law out there that says bagels can only be round.
When I explained it was still a bagel, just not the round kind, she disagreed. She wanted a round bagel with sesame seeds, poppy seeds and onions. When I gave her the option of either an onion bagel or an arthur bagel (sesame and poppy seeds), she again told me she wanted me to "turn that stick into a round."
Now my boss calls me wonder woman at work sometimes, but I do not possess any special powers that would turn a stick bagel into a round. And if I could choose a special super power, that would not be it.
She ended up choosing an onion bagel but she wasn't happy about it. Will she be back? I don't know. Do I care? Not really.
But a couple hours later, another customer came in and ordered a breakfast sandwich number 4 on the everything stick. When I emphasized it was a stick bagel, he didn't want it. We had another short conversation about why it isn't round and I almost asked if his friend was in earlier. That or Candid Camera is back on the air and I'm on an upcoming episode.
Shortly after that, in the middle of our lunch rush in which most of the city of Long Beach came in, a customer took me aside and told me I needed to check the women's bathroom because "something is seriously wrong in there." Well, hell yeah! I would say a pile of shit on the floor between the sink and toilet would fall in the category Seriously Wrong. It wasn't even like someone missed the toilet. It was a good foot to the side. But enough about the bathroom. It was just one more thing in the randomly stupid web of incidents that made up my day.
There is so much more I could rant about, but I've spent enough time on work drama. Now it's onto more important matters.
I am currently on page 57 of Deception On His Mind by Elizabeth George. Still struggling along while hitting my head against the wall. Havers has just arrived for dinner at the Breakwater Restaurant. At this rate, I might just finish by the Festival of Books weekend in April.
On an excited note, and completely unrelated to anything in this blog, I have scheduled my first craft night on Sunday, January 25. I love doing crafts! I have invited a coworker, a friend and a customer who is quickly becoming a friend over to paint wooden Halloween and Christmas ornaments. I had wanted to paint them for Christmas gifts but got stuck making Christmas cards instead. This way I'll be ready for Christmas this year.
So my plan currently is to have a small group of people over each month to do a new craft. Did I mention I love crafts? Not only is it fun, but it's a great stress reliever. At least for me it is. So for January we're painting wooden ornaments. It should be a great night. That is my hope anyway.