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Okay. I hate work. A lot. Firs thing's first, my ride didn't show up. So I gave him an hour. I know that's a bit long, but whatever. I didn't want to go in the first place. So then, I called, got yelled at by BGD, and Beth came. Haha. She had to deal with Billy the Retard. Karma's a bitch. Anyway, was stuck in the grill by myself until about three, inwhich I didn't need much more help, but took what I got. Then, an already dead night turned even slower. Yay I-75 shutting down. They need to do it more often. So cleaned a lot, listened to BGD bitch and moan, and go crazy. And I still get to talk to Helen and see my schedual for southgate. Joy unlimited. And that's about it. Not very long, but whatever. I'm not complaining too much.
I'm tired, but I can't go to sleep yet, but I really want to. I hope Helen schedualed me for a decent hour of the day. I want sleep damn it. And I want sleep NOW.

Peace,

I hate McDonald's with the divine passion of my soul psycho