I celebrated the majority of my Valentines Day completely miserable..
Basically- I deliver the mail, set up the catered lunches, and then clean them up.
AKA- I spent 8am-5pm on VDay serving people delicious food when I didn't even have time for a lunch break and delivering people beautiful flowers and chocolate dipped strawberries while running over my toes with the mail cart.
Call me a Negative Nancy if you want, but working here caused me to want to take my all time favorite holiday and put it in a blender, on high, and then pour it down the drain.
No worries though- that all changed when 5pm rolled around
I ran home, showered off all the negativity, put on my reddest shirt and chugged a cup of coffee. Then the wonderfulness that is Valentines Day began- there was a knock on the door and there stood my handsome boyfriend with pink roses in hand.