I've got a headache and I'm tired

Everyone was cranky at work tonight. We were initially going to close a 4, so I wouldn’t have even needed to come in. Yet someone scheduled two parties at 6. We didn’t expect much beyond those, but lo and behold we got rushed at 6 too. (It’s New Years Eve! Why the fuck are you here?!) To make matters worse everyone wanted to go home early. So at 7, I start getting swamped with all the kitchen and bar stuff. That makes me even more stressed, because whenever anyone else is stressing out, I start stressing out. So I’m losing my mind, running dishes around like a madman while still trying to keep the sink somewhat organized. With my stress ratcheting up, my OCD starts taking over so everything has to be sprayed off and set in its place before I can do anything else. The entire hour from 7 to 8, young boss and the other guy who worked pizza tonight were done and just sitting there. Boss would regularly come back and look to see how I was doing. The entire time I’m thinking. ‘If you want to get out of here faster, THEN START FUCKING RUNNING THINGS!’ But he didn’t The pasta side guy did though, right as I was going to complain, to vent off some stress, he says. “The moment I’m done here, I’m coming back to help.” Which he did. We still got out at 8:20.

Sorry if this sounds stream of consciousness. I just needed to vent. I need to take some advil, and take an anti-anxiety med. Then I can veg.