...and it goes on

Without jinxing anything (listen up God of Jinx!) I'd like to say that work is the greatest. I love it.
I love serving people and I somewhat love the hectic, the moving, running, slipping (I nearly did a full splits in the slippery walk-in fridge). I love punching orders in, yelling broken Spanish to the cooks, and dancing to loud salsa music with everyone behind the closed door. I love the cussing, the "FUCKS!" my supervisor yells too loud when ice cream melts down his arm. I love the common issues of missing spoons, too many shakes, and disgruntled customers- by the way, I got +1 point for getting an angry man to say "You too!" when I urged him to have a good day, after a co-worker tried...and failed. It was hectic tonight and that was nothing. Right as I was leaving hoards & HOARDS & HHHHOOOAAARRRDDDSSS of obnoxious teens crammed in doing all sorts of stupid teen things in a loud manner. Next time I'll have to stick around for that...and teens generally don't tip. I dealt with bitchy girls, handsome fellas, douchey fellas, and strange old people. Nothing really bothered me, except one threesome that took 20 minutes to decide they wanted a Root beer float and a brownie with whipped cream on top. Good thinkin' guys, I was afraid smoke was going to start coming from your ears.  I also dropped/tipped a tray of cups of ice all over the floor and yelled "SHIIIIIT"  right out loud. Woops!
When I asked the cute guy I work with to help me because "I'm going to spill these waters everywhere" he scolded me by saying "Don't put negative energy into it!!!!" I have a lot to learn. It's good though, people are generally silly and helpful (the people I work with now anyways.) I like it for now, but I'll be working until the wee hours of the morning next week...five days. SO I'll have a pot of coffee to go please. Adieu.