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last night I had a dream that I went to see the beatles but was so drunk that I lost my vision and rolled down some stairs. my ex boyfriend was there and was wearing these ultra 70's style super bell bottom brown pants. weird.
my job is cool. the work is so fucking easy for what I'm getting paid. 11.34 an hour is the pay, but since I've been working at night lately it's 12.25 an hour. when I work this weekend it'll go up a dollar from that. I'll be bankin'. it's so fucking gross though. after we do the trays for the nursing home, allllll the trays come back to us and we have to scrape all this nasty shit (pureed "hawaiian" hot dogs last night) into this chute that goes to the disposal, and it is literally the nastiest thing you can imagine. all sorts of pureed food/cottage cheese/milk/juice/etc. mixed together. it smells plus it feels like you're touching vomit. sdlfjslkjsls.
my job is cool. the work is so fucking easy for what I'm getting paid. 11.34 an hour is the pay, but since I've been working at night lately it's 12.25 an hour. when I work this weekend it'll go up a dollar from that. I'll be bankin'. it's so fucking gross though. after we do the trays for the nursing home, allllll the trays come back to us and we have to scrape all this nasty shit (pureed "hawaiian" hot dogs last night) into this chute that goes to the disposal, and it is literally the nastiest thing you can imagine. all sorts of pureed food/cottage cheese/milk/juice/etc. mixed together. it smells plus it feels like you're touching vomit. sdlfjslkjsls.