Work!
First day at good ol' McDonalds.
I caught on pretty fast. The fucking cash register is fucking hard because you've got to figure out which bizzare combonation of letters equals egg mcmuffin and then there's the weird people who want a bacon egg and cheese on a hamburger bun with ketchup and it's just like okay. I don't know how to ring that up yet. Please order something normal and I might figure out in five minutes that MCCCH means mc-chicken biscuit with cheese. It went by pretty fast. 30 minute break as opposed to an hour blows, but hey. I made about 30 bucks today so fuuuuccckkk yeauh. The majority of the people there are really cool and nice and helpful and I don't think this is going to be as 'eh' of a job as I anticipated.
So Michael Jackson was found not guilty on all ten counts and charges. Interesting.
Hung with April, Brandon, and John today after work. Rode around Raleigh. Laughed about random shit, jacked up as hell on these Monster Energy-Drinks, and just generally had a good time. Rode around with Alex doing nothing from about 12:30 to 2, and now I'm here. I'm trying for four hours of sleep as opposed to three this time. I saved a Monster drink for tomorrow morning. I wonder if I work Wednesday. I hope I work morning/afternoon shift...Milla, Linds and I want to go to Raleigh that night.
LESSONS FOR THE DAY:
~If your shoes have no tread on the bottom, you will inevitably walk over a spot of spilled hardwood floor cleaner in your dining room and procede to completely wipe out.
~Talking about sex and directly after listening to songs about sex will make you want to have sex.
~If you've got an injury [coughmykneecough] and you think it's getting better, suddenly it's going to start hurting all over again. And then you want to murder your doctor and physical therapist for telling you it was okay.
I think I'm out, kiddos.
PS-It's hot as holy fucking hades here and the weather people say it's only going to get hotter and more humid the rest of this week. Thrillsville.
PPS-I'm totally keeping the McDonald's visor. The shirt is lame and they can have it back when I don't work there anymore, but the visor is so mine. I heart my black visor with a tiny yellow M on it.
I caught on pretty fast. The fucking cash register is fucking hard because you've got to figure out which bizzare combonation of letters equals egg mcmuffin and then there's the weird people who want a bacon egg and cheese on a hamburger bun with ketchup and it's just like okay. I don't know how to ring that up yet. Please order something normal and I might figure out in five minutes that MCCCH means mc-chicken biscuit with cheese. It went by pretty fast. 30 minute break as opposed to an hour blows, but hey. I made about 30 bucks today so fuuuuccckkk yeauh. The majority of the people there are really cool and nice and helpful and I don't think this is going to be as 'eh' of a job as I anticipated.
So Michael Jackson was found not guilty on all ten counts and charges. Interesting.
Hung with April, Brandon, and John today after work. Rode around Raleigh. Laughed about random shit, jacked up as hell on these Monster Energy-Drinks, and just generally had a good time. Rode around with Alex doing nothing from about 12:30 to 2, and now I'm here. I'm trying for four hours of sleep as opposed to three this time. I saved a Monster drink for tomorrow morning. I wonder if I work Wednesday. I hope I work morning/afternoon shift...Milla, Linds and I want to go to Raleigh that night.
LESSONS FOR THE DAY:
~If your shoes have no tread on the bottom, you will inevitably walk over a spot of spilled hardwood floor cleaner in your dining room and procede to completely wipe out.
~Talking about sex and directly after listening to songs about sex will make you want to have sex.
~If you've got an injury [coughmykneecough] and you think it's getting better, suddenly it's going to start hurting all over again. And then you want to murder your doctor and physical therapist for telling you it was okay.
I think I'm out, kiddos.
PS-It's hot as holy fucking hades here and the weather people say it's only going to get hotter and more humid the rest of this week. Thrillsville.
PPS-I'm totally keeping the McDonald's visor. The shirt is lame and they can have it back when I don't work there anymore, but the visor is so mine. I heart my black visor with a tiny yellow M on it.