You know its going to be a rough day when your number one cook calls you at 630 in the morning to tell you he is going to be a little late. When you ask him how late he says..."well...I'm in Las Vegas" But I am on my way. Vegas is 6-7 hours from here, he will arrive just in time to miss the holiday lunch.
Your produce truck is broken down somewhere in a 100 mile radius and the company can't contact the driver.
Your closing managers left you with less than 10 one dollar bills, and banks are closed.
To top it all off, in a rush to get to the restaurant you forget your belt and are now sporting the plastic wrap belt, which has a tendancy to chafe.
Sorry for the rant, it should be better from here.