And when you wrote me off like I was doomed, I survived you..
Yay for freaking LJ-cuts. *cough* In other news.
I was with Jayme for a long time last night. James and her broke up, and I seem to be the only person who cares about her anymore. They were together for a year and 4 months, living together, and getting married in May. She was honestly in love with him, and I hate seeing her like that. She thinks he may have been cheating on her, which makes me want to kill him. I'm worried about her, she's lost so much weight, it's scary. She can wear a size 1. So yeah, I'll probably be spending the next few days not doing much other than helping her through this, because I know she'd do the same for me.
Last night at work I had one of the uber-picky customers, which are always my favorite when we're busy. Her pizza had to be fresh, and the cheese darkened, but not burnt. The breadsticks had to be 'lightly browned' but with 'not much butter' but 'plenty of cheese.' And so once I got everything to her liking, she got all huffy because she didnt get sauce with her breadsticks. So of course she had to have some. And it had to be mixed, with a little more cheese than pizza sauce. And then I had to warm it up. And then I had to throw it in her face. Except not. I wish. Even the other customers when she left were telling me that they were sorry for me. lol
Egh, I think I'm going to go back to bed until Jayme calls. My head hurts.
PS - thank you thank you thank you notthatlucky for my new icon!
PPS - Stealing makes Clayton cry. Leave my icons alone.
I was with Jayme for a long time last night. James and her broke up, and I seem to be the only person who cares about her anymore. They were together for a year and 4 months, living together, and getting married in May. She was honestly in love with him, and I hate seeing her like that. She thinks he may have been cheating on her, which makes me want to kill him. I'm worried about her, she's lost so much weight, it's scary. She can wear a size 1. So yeah, I'll probably be spending the next few days not doing much other than helping her through this, because I know she'd do the same for me.
Last night at work I had one of the uber-picky customers, which are always my favorite when we're busy. Her pizza had to be fresh, and the cheese darkened, but not burnt. The breadsticks had to be 'lightly browned' but with 'not much butter' but 'plenty of cheese.' And so once I got everything to her liking, she got all huffy because she didnt get sauce with her breadsticks. So of course she had to have some. And it had to be mixed, with a little more cheese than pizza sauce. And then I had to warm it up. And then I had to throw it in her face. Except not. I wish. Even the other customers when she left were telling me that they were sorry for me. lol
Egh, I think I'm going to go back to bed until Jayme calls. My head hurts.
PS - thank you thank you thank you notthatlucky for my new icon!
PPS - Stealing makes Clayton cry. Leave my icons alone.