use a little soap and water.
I'm late to work. 15 minutes. Arrive at 11:45, not 11:30. Right when I walked in, my manager tells me I am in drive-thru. Damn. Lunch time in drive-thru, when I haven't worked a day shift in so long. Busy. I worked with this bitched named Cyndy. I wish I could have slapped the bitch, shoved a damn sandwich in her mouth and rolled her fat-ass outside. Ok. So back to the day. She leaves at two. Yay. I take a break at 3ish. 30 minutes later, back to work. Day is going good. Having fun with my co-workers, laughing, you know, fun stuff. I get an energy drink, 2 to be exactly, and drink one. I'm pumped. Ready to roll. Almost 7:30. I'm ready to go. No. Can't go. The truck shows up and guess who has to unload it? Me. I am asked to stay for 20 minutes. Alright, that's ok, leave a little bit before 8... not bad, right? WRONG. 7:50 turned to 8:50, me leaving with 2 fucking energy drinks in my system (I swear I'm on speed), hat hair, a blueberry crossant, and a burn on my hand from the pizza oven. Luck. Harry Potter tonight. Excited? Very much so. With Andrew? Yes. Where is he? Don't know.
This whole entry was pointless. Just as pointless as an essay contest sent to me through the mail, offering a free "Teachers Kit to Educators". Right.
This whole entry was pointless. Just as pointless as an essay contest sent to me through the mail, offering a free "Teachers Kit to Educators". Right.