What is this, asshole day?

So there was this GIANT asshole at work! He made me so fucking pissed, it was unbelievable. It was around 7 or 8 am and he came into the bakery wanting a shitload of things. There was a nice queue, so I was just a tiny bit stressed. And in my hurry to run down the line of people waiting, I put his Danish pastry in the same bag as SOME OTHER Danish pastry OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! IDIOT ME! I got verbally abused and he's all "How unprofessionel, you imbecile! That's just not good, okay? Oh, fucking hell." And then apparently, there's only 'three' pieces of pastry in the bag, when there was supposed to be fucking six. Douche couldn't count, there was FIVE.

My hearing isn't perfect, so I hadn't actually heard that he wanted two pieces of the same pastry, so I gave him one. AND OH MY GOD, AM I A FUCKING MORON? Some more abuse.

When he stormed out of the shop I had to hit something and I needed to do something with my hands, so I went out in the back and got some frustrations out. My co-worker took care of the next customers, she was pissed on my behalf so everybody got a little tense.

But I'm off work now, so I'm gonna chillax for a little while before I head off to the big city to watch my mum dance ... Yeah. MY MUM. DANCING.