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Outrageous on a Monday! (brought to you on a Wednesday)

Things that made for an outrageous Monday:

Drinking a "chocolate milk" at work. The quotes mean that there was a dash of Baileys in it...delish. Note this was at Job #2, not the other one that involves adolescents.
Two jobs on the same day. Monday especially. Twelve hours straight of work= no bueno for Sarita.
Yelling "Excuse me, I'm talking right now!" to a student and him responding "Of course you are." If I wasn't so excited that we're at T-4 days til summer I may have reprimanded him.
The TV (on behind me while I bartend) doesn't have a subtitles option- not one that I could find at least, being the techie that I am. How am I expected to watch the Bachelorette in these conditions!?
Not being home by 9:00pm.  If everyone leaves at 8:30 I only have a half hour to scoop out the leftover ice, lock up the beer and white wine fridge and put the liquor bottles away!
I went to the chiropractor today in between job 1 and 2...pure glory. I can't kick my sleeping on the stomach habit, which requires this struggling back to hit up the chiro every couple months. I had some time before I had to head to the pm job and although it was only about 15 minutes, I succeeded in taking a nap. I find that keeping my bed UN-made makes quick naps much more convenient! So, I actually fell asleep...within seconds. I woke to my obnoxious alarm, threw on the uni and powdered my nose. Gotta love a child that can sleep!

It is now Wednesday. Hump Day! I'm ready to be away from pre-teen children and move onto my summer adventures, which hopefully include good beach time, lots of running and more than 2 jobs.

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