stress. 3/3/10

i feel as if all i do is, stress.

i stress about everything! example one, ready for this story?

tuesday nights at the douglas pizza hut are normally pretty...dead. well of course, the night i am supposed to to train are newly acquired jillian durfey, it's STACKED. we're so busy, i swear for about twenty minutes, all i heard was the "beep beep" of the receipt machine throwing out new orders. phone's were ringing, literally, off the hook (pizza hut phones do that...awesome, huh?). plus i was supposed to teach jill make table and handle cut table at the same time. i'm not sure this makes any sense to you, but let's just say we were extremely busy. when we're busy, we fly, everything is getting thrown every which way and it's madness. so i am jumping back and forth from make table then to cut, make, cut, make, cut, i have no clue what is happening anymore. my driver friend tom has to take cut while he is in the store before he is on the run again and he starts packaging stuff wrong, as in pizza's in wrong delivery bags. hence, when he leaves, i am stuck with this huge mess. this is when i start getting cussed at by my manager (i really like my manager, but tonight was just that night was just a bad night). as i am trying to figure the mess out, jillian is asking me 1238912 questions, and i am talking her through making a pizza while trying to jump around on cut. (this story has a point, i promise). then since a pizza was packaged wrong it didn't get to a house, so the lady was coming for a new one. well, she had waited about 20 mintues, and then guess what lizz does on cut? just guess! I DROP THE FLIPPIN PIZZA. there it goes, on zee floor. (half of it was dangling off my leg, MM DELICIOUS.) so nikki comes over, and after some vulgar language i have to go tell this lady that some idiot (being me) dropped the pizza and she has to wait another 20 minutes. and there is that look of disappointment. that is my very most hated thing. disappointing people.

8:30 rolls around and finally get to leave and hang out with my favorite person for one small hour. i get there, and i am all frantic and stressing, and josh looks at me and goes, "it was one bad night at work?". he was understanding, don't worry. but when he said that, it made me think.

why do i let everything get to me so much? i take everything, every little thing to heart. and i cut myself down in my head. and i worry about how i'll disappoint everyone around me. not just at pizza hut obviously, but in everything.

i need to stop controlling my own life. let God handle all my stress. all of it. maybe if i stop worrying so much God will just figure every hardship out for me. it would be so much easier if i let Him take it all away from me.
it's all yours now God.

see you later alligator,

-wizbang