There are people with feet that do the hussle. Weirdos.
Hoorah for unnecessarily waking up at 5:30am!
My work scedule thus far: First day- ON TIME! I missed the second day because I hadn't seen that I was written into the scedule. On the third day I was awoken by Jake pounding my door at 6:20am and arrived forty minutes late. The fourth day Rachel called me at 8:15 and I was, again, forty minutes late. Lame.
So, as I forgot to check the schedule on Sunday to see whether I worked or not... to be on the safe side... I was down at R&T by 6am this morning just in case I had to work. I was happy to find that Jenny was opening and I didn't have to be there until eleven.
It is 8am and I have already done all my laundry, made myself a breakfast burrito and coffee, and practiced my scales and the three chords that I know on the BRAND NEW LOVELY IMMACULATE GUITAR that my mum got me for Christmas.
She really does too much for me....
Yesterday at my Grandparents' Christmas brunch we watched home videos from when I was about five and I realized that I was a humungous snot face.
I like Christmas.
And I like you.
Merry (yester)Christmas.
BUT POOP! Where is my white fluffy precipitated happiness in the form of snow?!?!?
My work scedule thus far: First day- ON TIME! I missed the second day because I hadn't seen that I was written into the scedule. On the third day I was awoken by Jake pounding my door at 6:20am and arrived forty minutes late. The fourth day Rachel called me at 8:15 and I was, again, forty minutes late. Lame.
So, as I forgot to check the schedule on Sunday to see whether I worked or not... to be on the safe side... I was down at R&T by 6am this morning just in case I had to work. I was happy to find that Jenny was opening and I didn't have to be there until eleven.
It is 8am and I have already done all my laundry, made myself a breakfast burrito and coffee, and practiced my scales and the three chords that I know on the BRAND NEW LOVELY IMMACULATE GUITAR that my mum got me for Christmas.
She really does too much for me....
Yesterday at my Grandparents' Christmas brunch we watched home videos from when I was about five and I realized that I was a humungous snot face.
I like Christmas.
And I like you.
Merry (yester)Christmas.
BUT POOP! Where is my white fluffy precipitated happiness in the form of snow?!?!?