Wake Up Call

Turns out that the panic attack I suffered halfway into a 14 hour shift yesterday is due to an ingredient that does not agree with me. Coffee. Jittery and with a pounding head and upset stomach, it has been explained that 11 shots of espresso in a short period of time will no longer be an option. At least the head chef was sympathetic and let me go home 15 minutes early tonight. Mind you, I have to make it up tomorrow. Go figure. At least he liked my gravy!