So I got this email from a work associate, not only did it make me laugh but i thought it was very appropriate given my Monday.

———– The Email ————-

Tonight I rushed out at 6:10 pm to get my daughter to her dance class – listening to my preteen complain at me that I am always late, after having ONE MORE YUCKY PROBLEM – with a day that amounted to multiple emails – wanting to keep everyone happy and figure out if I am doing it right or missing something, and one more time, did not have time to make dinner!

I dropped her off and went over to my favorite Subway store, and, of course, there was a large line of LARGE PEOPLE, and in West Virginia, I mean large!    They are all huffing and puffing, the Subway had run out of Italian Bread and Honey Oat Bread.   I watched as these kids working their butts off tried to appease their customers with some really good customer service.   You see, here in WV they take their food way too serious and I guess bread is very important.   Mind you there are still 3 other types, and for goodness sake it is only bread.     They ran out of chicken, and were low on veggies, but too busy to cut more!  These kids were busy working on getting sandwiches, and there I was at the back of the line watching them do their best while getting completely abused.   I was impressed!

Then it finally came my turn, and I am very patient, they make minimum wage and try to smile for everyone.   The guy in front of me was very rude, and again very large.   He said to this poor girl trying to get it right “are you stupid, I said no pickles”, that was all it took for me.    I told him politely that he did not say no pickles and not worry about it, it was just a sandwich.    He growled, yes growled and went on, they will yell at kids but not a grown up.

I got my sandwiches and went to pay – at least I was the last person from the rush.    They rang me up – and the cash register blew up!   The kids were ready to cry!    I mean this bad boy was smoking, literally.    I started laughing so hard.   I pulled out as close to the amount as I could, and they looked and started laughing.    Told them, IT IS MONDAY!    I complimented them on the job they did, and they were calling the manager to come in, and pulling out all the change they could of their pockets to write down if more customers came in.

So, if we think our Monday went bad, think of not the right type of bread, running out of cooked chicken, trying to cut more veggies, trying to get orders straight as they yell at them and then your register blows up!

Kind of makes you think!   My day did not suck that bad at all!