I'm working at Subway right now...

... and we've run out of bread. Actually, that's a lie. We ran out of bread almost an hour ago, and we've still got an hour until we close. It works out okay for me since it's easier to close, but man, I hate telling people we're out of bread. They look at me as though my head was made of cheese.

"What?!?!?! How can SUBWAY be out of bread???!?!?!"

Siiiigh. I'm picking up some tea on the way home and drink myself asleep. But in a non-alcoholic way. Bah.