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I got a talking to at work today because I was in a bad mood. We were having a massive sale on our cheeseburgers (we sold about 1500 cheeseburgers in the 10 hours I was at work) and my boss asked me why I was in a bad mood. I also got told off because I had to wait for the bathroom so I was 5 minutes late back from my break. So I took a half of a vicodin and had a great rest of my night. And tomorrow I have to get up and do it all over again, except I have to be there an hour earlier tomorrow! Woohoo!
I can't wait until I get at least my associates degree. I can go be a medical secretary or something that isn't fucking fast food with dickheaded managers that talk to me like I'm fucking two when I have a bad day. And bad day means waking up late, having a moth get stuck in my hair on the way out the door, working for three hours straight with solid cars alone on drive thru, hitting my head on the window and leaving a nasty bump, getting lectured and all around having all of my customers being fucking cunts all day.
God I hope tomorrow's better.
I can't wait until I get at least my associates degree. I can go be a medical secretary or something that isn't fucking fast food with dickheaded managers that talk to me like I'm fucking two when I have a bad day. And bad day means waking up late, having a moth get stuck in my hair on the way out the door, working for three hours straight with solid cars alone on drive thru, hitting my head on the window and leaving a nasty bump, getting lectured and all around having all of my customers being fucking cunts all day.
God I hope tomorrow's better.