Since it was extremely rude of me to neglect this blog for as long as I have ( I had a lot going on, I promise), I owe you a story you won't forget!
Sooo the downside of working the door on weekend nights is it is busy as hell. So busy that I barely have time to chew on my damn protein bar. I'm not exaggerating either. Not only is that tough, but I obviously don't get that many bathroom breaks. It blows.
Well last night i REALLY had to pee. This was something I just couldn't hold. So i decided I was going to go to the nearest bathroom. No biggie. I use that bathroom all the time.
Keep in mind:
1. I wear six inch heels
2. I'm clumsy as fuck
3. That bathroom happened to be all the way upstairs.
...need i say more? I ATE the stairs on my way down.
Before almost smashing my face, I managed to grab onto the railing next to me and pull my body up with one arm. Then I got up, pulled myself together and walked back up to the door shaking. I continued to work until I had a second to speak to my door guy.
"I think I need to go to the hospital. I need stitches."
"You're okay!" he said. "Slap some hand sanitizer on it and wrap it up"
Refusing and crying I left the door and limped all the way to the office which is about ten miles away! As my disgusting wound was being cleaned I kept asking if my makeup was running. That's pretty much all I cared about. And my register being on point, of course since I rang a crowd of people after the incident. Both were perfect, by the way!
So here I lay with my coffee at 10 in the morning waiting to be seen by the doc.
Quite the "Sunday Funday", huh?!