cue bad day.

what started out as a happy day - thinking that we've almost potty trained koda, cleaning the apartment nearly spotless, thinking about what we could do today - has turned into a nightmare.

we decided to have lunch at a little bakery in Salt Lake called Gourmandise.

we went there to take our engagement pictures, and i just loved the passion fruit cheesecake we got.

i was way excited to go again.

we got a really good panini and some dessert.

but the dessert was where we went terribly wrong.

i can't believe we were so naiive.

the dessert is called: baba au rum.

what does it mean?

roll with rum.

literally.

so guess what we had for lunch today?

alcohol.

i cried when we figured out what the "liquid" was at the bottom.

i can't believe i'm so stupid.

then, i got to work and was told that i was to work outpatient until 5:30 because someone went home early and they needed help.

so i did.

this is the email i wrote to nick right before i was done:

I just got yelled at for 20 minutes about something I have no idea about. This lady was furious that I didn’t have her keys for her car. Yeah, sounds crazy right? It is. The valet service closed on the south side of the hospital, and someone took all the keys over to the north desk. Well, this lady just wasn’t going to walk all the way down there. She demanded that I call the desk and have them bring her the keys and get her car for her. Oh, by the way I’m working in Outpatient until 5:30 because someone had to take care of their sick daughter. So I’m here, all by myself, at the outpatient registration desks. Anyways. So I called Katherine because she’s over in inpatient right now and she went over and had the desk call me (I have no idea what that number is? They’re right across from me every day. I can just take 2 steps and ask them myself. ) so they did, and while I was on the phone with them the lady is still screaming at me telling them that this is ridiculous, and the security guard on my end was like “oh wow.” Anyways, you know how long it takes to get from one end of this hospital to the other. It’s longer than 10 seconds, heaven forbid. However, every 2 seconds this lady is like ‘well are they coming or am I just going to have to play the waiting game?” I kept assuring her. She kept saying, “I have to be somewhere at 5. This is ridiculous!” so I tried making small talk and I was like, “where do you need to be?” meaning is it far, is it close, etc. and she looks at me with fire coming from her eyebrows and puts her hand up and goes “no, no I will NOT share that information with YOU. THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!”

WELL SORRY OBESE WOMAN OF THE DEVIL, MAYBE IF YOU WEIGHED LESS THAN A WHOPPING 500 POUNDS YOU’D HAVE A MORE PLEASANT DISPOSITION, I’M SORRY YOU’RE LATE TO FAT CAMP. IT’S TOO BAD THEY DON’T FIX PERSONALITIES THERE TOO BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE WORST ATTITUDE I’VE EVER SEEN. get out.

I hate crying at work.

and so, the rest of my day commenced.

i can't stop crying at work; it's awful.

i feel sick.

and i'm starving.

but hey, only an hour and a half to go, right?

whatever.

i'm done.

checking out for the day, and i'm going to cry all night.

i hate this hospital, and i hate salt lake.