Well this morning has already been chock full of excitement, and it's only ten. For some reason, last night I assumed my shift at The Rolling Pin was at nine. Due to only having had the schedule written on my hand in faint pen several days previously, I had no way to check the schedule without exerting effort, ie, either calling or going down there. So I did what any lazy person would do. I set my alarm clock for seven and hoped I was right. Then, of course, I didn't get up until eight fifteen, at which point I started to hurredly get ready for my supposed nine o clock shift. I left the house hair unbrushed and hungry and prayed I wouldn't be late. Halfway there, a thought registered in my mind:
God I hope I'm going at the right time.
I ended up being two hours early for my shift. I left, a bit dejected that I had hurried there for nothing. But I learned something on my way home- God helped the human race invent iced coffee because He loves us. Starbucks is a magical fairy place in the morning. I had never had iced coffee in the morning before today. It felt like liquid power crystals were flooding my brain. It tasted like joy on a hammock. It was the best thing I have ever had for breakfast.
This must be what crack addicts feel like after their first hit.
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