I haven't the faintest idea what sort of high my body is on at the moment, but I enjoyed a stress-free day at both jobs, when I should have been ready to rip someone's head off.

At CFA, I had a woman who simply could not get enough 'stuff' out of me. First she wanted honey mustard for her chicken strip salad. Then she wanted an extra packet of ranch dressing. Then she wanted croutons. Then sunflower seeds. Then an extra container. Then a plastic bag. Then more honey mustard. And then a refill on her drink. And what did I do? I smiled. I said, "Absolutely I can get that for you. Certainly, we give refills. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Too weird...

Then came my daily retail fix at Michaels. Horror of horrors, my cashier called in sick. And, while we were already one person short, one of the managers decided to leave two hours early. Which left our other manager as the closing manager and the closing framer. There were at least seven carts of returns to do, the store was never cleaned, the manager ended up doing a fast sweep job, I was constantly calling our only sales associate away from her job to be backup on the registers, and, even leaving the store a mess as we did, we still got out half an hour late. -__-

And yet here I am, sitting calmly on my bed. Relaxed, cheerful, and ready for a bit of creativity before going to sleep. What is wrong with me? I want stress! This is not right!