Yesterday was the longest day of my life.
I walk into work and it's insanely busy. My stockroom compadre Aaron is mopping up vomit off of the floor near the bathrooms, there's humans walking around EVERYWHERE asking me shit and I don't even start for another 30 minutes. That'll teach me to walk in with my work shirt on.
Next thing I know, I've got hellllllla curbside pickups to do, so I'm sprinting back and forth the whole 200m between offsite storage and the store and getting killer cardio.
Eventually somebody orders a table for pickup at the site nearest the store (but furthest from offsite) and my idiot manager Linda has stolen all the carts from offsite, so I carry a fucking 60lbs table all the way to the store from offsite. Thing's huge and awkward, all flatpacked in the box, and now my coworkers all think I'm "a beast". Nah dude. Just tryna get shit done.
After work, I go out into the parking lot to Matt's car (he was in Canada all week and let me borrow it) so I can pack a bowl and burn one and relax for a bit before going home. I go to blow my pipe out and I get hella weed ash in my right eye. So I ask the nearest person for help. Some Mexican guy who barely spoke any English (and I speak zero Spanish) was smoking a cigarette nearby and he went back into his work to grab an eye washing kit for me. He helps me out for 20 minutes afterward in broken English and all I can do is thank him and consider him a saint.
Eventually he leaves for his other job, and soon another car parks nearby. A gorgeous blonde girl gets out and I flag her down and ask her for help. By "help" I mean "shoot this bottle of eye wash solution into my eye" and it worked. So I smoked her out and we chatted it up for a little bit. I gave her a CD and a sticker for her trouble, but neglected to ask for her number.
So I go home, call my friend Bryant, and he and I go out to the bar. After the bar, we went next door to get some fast food with a friend. A few of our friends are already there, and so is a group of assholes who are looking for a fight. These assholes start instigating things, and sooner or later my friend Desiree goes and starts telling them off. Eventually, this led to her getting a drink thrown in her face, which led to her shoving him, which led to him punching her and throwing her over a table. Right around then, our friends who were already there jump in and start fucking fools up. A few other friends happened to be outside and saw the commotion, and my friend Erin jumped in to restrain one of the instigators. She wound up getting punched in the face, which led to my bud Andrew flipping his shit and beating the fuck out of the guy who hit her. He's got the guy by the throat, slamming his head into the table, punching him with the other hand, just wailing on him.
Eventually Andrew's guy's friends pull him off, and his guy runs out the front door right into the cops who are just pulling up. Cops took everyone's info down, watched surveillance footage from the restaurant, and grabbed the assholes who started it all.
I went the fuck home after, smoked several bowls with Bryant, and passed the fuck out.
Longest. Day. Ever.