So, work was a wee bit busy for a hot minute tonight. And when it's wee busy, I get wee jumpy. Jumpy like I broke an entire entree plate, food included, and a margarita glass within 20 minutes of each other. Uh, whoops?
I swear to Christ, my coworkers probably thought I was having seizures. Every time they heard smashing glass, they're all, "Krista?"
Oh yes. Just me. Carry on!
Luckily, the dinner entree smashed to pieces on the floor at the back server station, and not in front of a hungry customer, and the (empty) margarita glass shattered at my feet in the kitchen. But still.
Damn. Somebody needs a Xanax.