Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Yesterday SUCKED!! It started out fine...while I was still at home. Once I left my house, it started to go downhill, and I mean quickly. I got in my car to leave, and immediately my gas light came on, which it had done the night before on my way home, and I had forgotten that I needed to get gas. Ok, fine. I went to the gas station, put in my $10, got back in my car and started on my way to work. As I'm driving down the longest stretch, I start to have an "attack," or, in layman's terms, a bathroom emergency. Well, I contemplate for a moment: do I want to try to make it to work? even if I can make it to work, do I really want to do this THERE? Hmm, that doesn't matter because I don't think I'm going to make it to work. So, I turn around and head back to my house. Luckily, I wasn't more than 8 minutes from home, so that only left me 15 minutes late for work. Ok, fine. Bathroom emergency taken care of, on my way once again. I get to work. As I am clocking in, I notice a cake on the breakroom table; it looks like coconut. I clock in, walk into the breakroom to see what the occasion is that we have cake in the breakroom. It's not coconut. It's the 3-layer 50th anniversary cake, that took me majority of the previous day to make, (and therefore other things that really needed to be done got put on the back burner) for my boss's parents' wedding anniversary. He asked someone else to redo it, so mine made it to the breakroom to be devoured by my fellow employees. Ok, fine. My cake really wasn't that great, I realize; after all, I have no experience with that kind of thing. (and the redo was very pretty) So, I go on about my day. I get to the bakery to find that my other boss, the same one who did the redo, had base-iced me several cakes (the ones that were put on the back burner the day before) so that I could decorate them. Awesome! I proceed to decorate, and fill that part of the bunker. Well, I then decide to do some cupcakes, which were on the agenda for today, but I really felt they needed to be done ASAP. So, I go to the back freezer to get a case of cupcakes, only to return to the bakery and realize I don't have time. Well, I do 4 6-packs of cupcakes, and ask my friend Cameron to help me clean since I am behind. He agrees, and I end up getting done an hour before I need to leave. So, I debate. Should I do some cupcakes even though by the time I get everything out, and ready to go, there won't be much time before I have to start cleaning up again? Not to mention, my bakery is already clean, and do I really want to clean it twice? No, I don't. So, I go up front and help the guy at customer service because he has a rather long line, and he tends to be a bit slow. No problem. I help him knock it out, and everything is good to go. I get started bagging, when the MOD calls me over and asks me why I am up front. My being up front is not the first time I have done this, and usually this is no big deal. Apparently, that is no longer the case. I explain why I am up front, and he asks me if my department is in top shape. I tell him no; the cupcakes are low. He then proceeds to lead me to the bakery and lecture me on how I should "make sure my own department is in good shape before I help another." I understand this; makes perfect sense. My problem? The fact that I am a hard worker who normally does a lot more than the bakery MANAGER, and leaves the bakery looking pretty darn good, and yet, here we are pretending as though that is not the usual circumstance, and acting like I don't know how to do my job. Thanks! Ok, fine. I leave work, and go out to eat with some friends from work. We have a good time, the food is good, we laugh, tell funny stories, talk some store gossip, everything there is great. We leave the restaurant and part ways, my friend Delia is riding with me. We aren't really ready to go home yet so we ride around for a little bit, go into walmart, and then just hang out and talk. This is when I learn that "bank guy," the cute guy who works at the bank in my store, is not interested because he "has standards." Excuse me? I'm sorry, but EXCUSE ME?!?!?! I am the EPITOME of standards!! I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I don't have sex, since I don't have sex I also don't have any STD nastiness, I come from educated people, I was raised in a nice home with an English teacher for a mother so I have impeccable grammar and a vocabulary that goes on for days, and he's not interested because he has STANDARDS?????????????????? Needless to say, yesterday, I was apparently walking around in a parallel universe. I hope today I have woken up on planet Earth. Stay tuned....