It was one of "those" days.
Hello. I am your local barista suffering through a shift at a mall store. I have whipped cream on my freshly washed cardigan and sharpie on my brand new khakis. My smile is starting to strain and I have recently burned my hands (again). Finally, my only break for the day is upon me.
I grab a grande iced Americano and head to a nearby table. Sitting feels SO good. I massage my heels and inspect my newest blister. I decide to check my phone. I have a text message from an irate classmate full of expletives. She didn't get in. I panic and call my husband and shriek that he needs to go get the mail.
I don't care if he dies in his video game. I don't.
I immediately start to cry. Again, it's been one of "those" days and I'm not sure if I can handle rejection right now. I start nervously fidgeting and remind myself that I have had straight A's since I came back to school. I did exceptionally well on my TEAS test. I have great recommendations and a good essay. I hear him going down the stairs. WALK FASTER!
He says there is a letter from the local institute of nursing and it's thick. I'm choked up. I tell him to read it to me.
"NO! Just read it. Tell me yes or no."
I pick at a hangnail.
"You got in."
Every single customer for the rest of the day was notified.