how quickly tables turn.

It's incredible how quickly things can go from great to crappy. Everything will be going great one minute, and then something or somebody will just bring it all toppling down, the next. That happened three times today. What. A. Day.
First, summer team all went to Esther's house for breakfast this morning; we had fruit, bacon, and blueberry pancakes while sitting in a backyard teeming with overgrown Jumanji-esque vegetation. That afternoon when we went to work, L was back from vacation, but there's a new nurse who's really sweet and nice to help out. L did her pill counting routine in a little room by herself for most of the day, which was fine by me. It wasn't until about 4:20, when people are flooding in right before closing time, that she decided to appear in the waiting room and be entirely unhelpful. Instead of helping the youth be seen or get what they need so they can get out of here and we can close, she decided to lecture them about coming earlier because we're going to close. She also stopped me in the middle of what I was doing, to ask what I was doing. So after I spent about a minute explaining it to her, she just... raised her eyebrows, and made some random grunting noise of acknowledgment. That's real productive... I love work, but I just can't stand her.
After work I was able to calm myself down a bit because I was hanging out with Jo and Chris. We ate chicken, potato wedges and salad, and planned to go out and buy 300. On our way out the door, we also decided to go get some ice cream! When we got to Dominion's, we found that a lot of the ice cream was on sale, so we bought three tubs and headed back, excited to watch the movie and pig out. Not long after we scooped ice cream and popped the movie in, though, a strange beeping noise started in Jo's apartment. We ignored it for as long as we could, but we eventually decided that it was the fire alarm and we should evacuate. Joanna lives on the 40th floor. We got all the way down to the 14th floor, extremely dizzy, when the fire alarm stopped. So we decided to walk back up rather than wait for the elevators to start working again. Well.. when we got back up, all sweaty and exhausted, we found that the stairwell door was locked and we couldn't get back up to her floor! We had to sit on the 39th floor and wait until the elevator started up again. My legs were all jelly-ish... I couldn't wait for another bowl of ice-cream to replace the calories I'd just burned.
We ended up watching the movie, and I left around 10:30 to go back home. I had felt a little bad about not coming home for supper tonight because I came home late for the past couple of nights, and hadn't spent a lot of time with my family lately. When I got back, my sister told me that my parents had gone to the airport to pick up my grandma. So I went to check my email and what not... Soon afterwards, my parents came back, and then almost immediately my mom was telling my sister and myself to wash the dishes and hang up the laundry. I took a bunch of towels from the machine and hung them in the basement, and on my way back upstairs, I stopped to check my messages. Almost immediately, my sister starts yelling at me for not helping. I snapped something back about that I'd already done some of the laundry, and she started nitpicking about how much I'd done, or that I didn't help do the dishes... anyway, it was just so retarded because there will be other times where I do the dishes or whatever by myself. It's such a stupid thing to fight about, because there'll always be times that either one of us has to do more or less of the chores. All of a sudden I wasn't even glad to be home anymore.
Anyway, that was my rollercoaster of a day. Tomorrow I have the day off, so I hope it's less dramatic.