RUN FREE
I didn't realize I was so popular. :P
Today was my last day. LAST DAY. It was also our grand opening day so there was free ice cream and free loaves of bread and balloons and Lombardo in an Elmo costume. This gave him an excuse to hug me since I couldn't punch him.
"You love this, don't you?"
"Oh yeah."
Bert got a video of Elmo doing the robot and I ate some Chinese food in the break room though there was little left by 4 PM when I was up there. That was my day.
Aside from double paper guy coming in. There's this guy who always gets everything in double paper, even if it's one can of orange soda. I used to call him orange soda guy. He's got OCD or something, I don't know what the hell, because he has to say hi to me 800 times and ask me to put his stuff in double paper 800 times, start telling me this before I've even gotten to his order, and remind me continuously while I'm ringing his stuff up. I try to be patient because I doubt he can help it but it drives me FUCKING NUTS EVERY TIME. I can't stand being rushed and it takes everything in my power not to yell "I KNOW! JESUS CHRIST GIVE ME THIRTY SECONDS!" Today he bought a 24 pack cube of Pepsi that he wanted in double paper. This took about 5 minutes as I was on express and had no space whatsoever. I repeated "This is my last day. This is my last day. This is my last day." out loud to myself the whole time.
As I was leaving I bought one of those little plastic popsicle trays and some limeade. Mmm.
Ow, I just bit the inside of my mouth.
Monday, Tuesday, Spain.
Today was my last day. LAST DAY. It was also our grand opening day so there was free ice cream and free loaves of bread and balloons and Lombardo in an Elmo costume. This gave him an excuse to hug me since I couldn't punch him.
"You love this, don't you?"
"Oh yeah."
Bert got a video of Elmo doing the robot and I ate some Chinese food in the break room though there was little left by 4 PM when I was up there. That was my day.
Aside from double paper guy coming in. There's this guy who always gets everything in double paper, even if it's one can of orange soda. I used to call him orange soda guy. He's got OCD or something, I don't know what the hell, because he has to say hi to me 800 times and ask me to put his stuff in double paper 800 times, start telling me this before I've even gotten to his order, and remind me continuously while I'm ringing his stuff up. I try to be patient because I doubt he can help it but it drives me FUCKING NUTS EVERY TIME. I can't stand being rushed and it takes everything in my power not to yell "I KNOW! JESUS CHRIST GIVE ME THIRTY SECONDS!" Today he bought a 24 pack cube of Pepsi that he wanted in double paper. This took about 5 minutes as I was on express and had no space whatsoever. I repeated "This is my last day. This is my last day. This is my last day." out loud to myself the whole time.
As I was leaving I bought one of those little plastic popsicle trays and some limeade. Mmm.
Ow, I just bit the inside of my mouth.
Monday, Tuesday, Spain.