just my luck.

Is this week over yet?

I fell asleep on the couch last night only to wake up to find that I had developed a seriously sore throat. A few Cepacol lozenges and a bottle of water later, I was feeling much better. Not the same story when I woke this morning.

I have not one but TWO boxes of Cepacol (I'm trying both the regular and sugar free varieties for comparison), I've had a large masala chai and the biggest bottle of water I could buy at Walgreens, and less than two hours into my day I can already tell you that today sucks.

Just plain sucks.

I have already had to deal with two semi-deaf individuals, which is challenging both my patience and my tolerance for pain. At work I'm not much of a talker to begin with, so it really annoys the shit out of me having to deal with guests who insist on receiving a response to their every word.

Guest: Good morning. *crickets* Well, are you going to say good morning? Do you even speak English?

GOOD FUCKIN MORNING TO YOU TOO.

Guest: Thanks for the coffee. *crickets* This is where you say "No problem, sir. Have a good day."

FUCK OFF, SIR. MY THROAT HURTS. Oh, and have a good day.



The person trying to check in at 7am was deaf AND dumb. I was doing my best to use a strong voice as I spoke, but I'm in pain. His granddaughter asked if I could speak louder (essentially shout) so that he could better understand me. I kindly explained to her that I could not. Needless to say, that exchange didn't go very well.