i am a pizza delivery girl.
At the beginning of break i was kinda discouraged because i have no job. which means i have no flow. which means i suck. anyways, i digress.
i was wondering where i was going to get money. My aunt called and told me i could deliver food for Stancatto's italian restaurant for about 15 bones a delivery. i'm like, sweet. so today i delivered stuff for about an hour and a half and made a cool forty bucks. and they have work for me almost everyday over break. haHA!
which is good, because my car got towed out of chas's apartament place last night. you never think it's going to happen to you... then you suddenly can't find your car where you parked it. It's a friggin horrible feeling. So we turn around, go back into chas's place and plop down on the couch with a simple "our car got towed." Chas drove us to where we needed to be, which, incidentaly, is in the part of kent where i'm sure kidnappings/abductions, murders, and rapes take place. We pull up to the fenced in lot and the dude comes out, a gruffy middle aged guy wearing a red plaid work coat. chas was like "you got a '93 caddillac?" and sho nuff, he did. He was so cold towards us, too. When he asked for our 112$ that it was going to take to get us out of the lot, i seriously wanted to break through the glass and strangle him. I could picture it happening in my mind, and i'm not a violent person.
Such is life.
i was wondering where i was going to get money. My aunt called and told me i could deliver food for Stancatto's italian restaurant for about 15 bones a delivery. i'm like, sweet. so today i delivered stuff for about an hour and a half and made a cool forty bucks. and they have work for me almost everyday over break. haHA!
which is good, because my car got towed out of chas's apartament place last night. you never think it's going to happen to you... then you suddenly can't find your car where you parked it. It's a friggin horrible feeling. So we turn around, go back into chas's place and plop down on the couch with a simple "our car got towed." Chas drove us to where we needed to be, which, incidentaly, is in the part of kent where i'm sure kidnappings/abductions, murders, and rapes take place. We pull up to the fenced in lot and the dude comes out, a gruffy middle aged guy wearing a red plaid work coat. chas was like "you got a '93 caddillac?" and sho nuff, he did. He was so cold towards us, too. When he asked for our 112$ that it was going to take to get us out of the lot, i seriously wanted to break through the glass and strangle him. I could picture it happening in my mind, and i'm not a violent person.
Such is life.