Work is so ridiculous. On top of that, Cara calls Mike (my manager, must specify) POOKIE. What a stupid ditz. What does he see in her? Customers are ever foreign and stupid. Don't get me wrong, not all foreigners are foreign. Just the stupid ones. The nice, cheerful Brits and UKers always brighten my day. Its all a matter of your attitude. I call Americans foreigners all the time, because they're from a different planet.
Then, after a long day in the cursed cage and loads of shit to put away, I got out of work at 10:30 and YAY! Skiddle dies. DEAD. Won't even rev a LITTLE. So...yeah. I sat outside with Eric until he left and then sat outside with Dave until me dad got there. No luck, though, and the stupid security guy didn't help matters at all. No idea how I'm going to get to work tomorrow. BLEH.
Oh, and I've only eaten a bowl of cereal today, which is probably why I'm so
cranky