I went to war without proper ammunition.

It's traumatizing.

Before going on, however, I would like to put out the fact that no real weapons were used today. Except for knives.

Basically, I experienced a real kitchen rush, as in I was busy for a good hour and a half running back and forth, not having time to recover because tickets kept coming in, coming in, and coming in. Seriously uncanny.

I really do like that feeling of busy-ness, except when I run out of supplies.

This is where the metaphor comes in.

Running out of ammunition sucks, especially when ticket after ticket comes. You basically stop dead on your tracks, get more stuff, prep them then keep going. It holds up tickets, and soon enough people are yelling at my name because I'm either incompetent with speed, or I'm not paying attention at all.

Hm, weird. I just ran out of words.