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If you are standing in your local Cold Stone Creamery deciding what, from the many options, you should get, here is my piece of advice:
GET OUT!
There is no place I am happier to never have to return to after this Monday. In fact, dropping off my uniform and picking up my paycheck the very next day after I resign are duties that I will ask my mother or father to do in my stead. I mean SERIOUSLY, I NEVER want to go into that place again. Not here in New Jersey, nor anywhere in the world. I've been going to Baskin Robbins to fill my fix for ice cream. Baskin Robbins has REAL, ACTUAL ice cream. Kudos to Baskin Robbins.
Okay, I am done complaining about how much I dislike Cold Stone Creamery. Well, no, actually, I'm not.
While everything tastes good that I've eaten there, I don't want it from there ever again. They load their ice creams with extra-strong flavouring and the brownies and waffles are just-add-water mixes, and they taste oh so delicious! I mean, really! Anything that tastes as good as they do being that they are just-add-water mixes means there is some serious fucked up bullshit going on. I don't like it, I don't like it one bit.
Also, the Cold Stone I work for is one of the most corrupt pieces of bureaucracy that I've ever witnessed. I don't even want to get into how they have us send home employees in our busiest moments so they can increase their profit margin, or how the manager that normally is there is the WORST EMPLOYEE in the entire business. Jesus Christ, I really dislike the place. The only thing it has ever been good for is the fact that I've met some of the raddest folks I know there.
Now, I am done.
In other news:
Tina, I fucking love you! No, seriously, I really fucking love you so much. I don't know how you do it, but these burritos are so delicious, I've actually been eating them at least once a day. Sure, they need a little assistance: some cheese and some Taco Bell HOT sauce, but they are the only thing I have a desire to eat at all. In fact, I'm going to have one in the next ten to fifteen minutes.
And that's all. I'm not even going to leave you a song quote. Sorry folks.
P.S. Dear Jessi: I'm sorry of I've abandoned talking to you for a burrito when I was already half-paying attention while writing this. I love you.
GET OUT!
There is no place I am happier to never have to return to after this Monday. In fact, dropping off my uniform and picking up my paycheck the very next day after I resign are duties that I will ask my mother or father to do in my stead. I mean SERIOUSLY, I NEVER want to go into that place again. Not here in New Jersey, nor anywhere in the world. I've been going to Baskin Robbins to fill my fix for ice cream. Baskin Robbins has REAL, ACTUAL ice cream. Kudos to Baskin Robbins.
Okay, I am done complaining about how much I dislike Cold Stone Creamery. Well, no, actually, I'm not.
While everything tastes good that I've eaten there, I don't want it from there ever again. They load their ice creams with extra-strong flavouring and the brownies and waffles are just-add-water mixes, and they taste oh so delicious! I mean, really! Anything that tastes as good as they do being that they are just-add-water mixes means there is some serious fucked up bullshit going on. I don't like it, I don't like it one bit.
Also, the Cold Stone I work for is one of the most corrupt pieces of bureaucracy that I've ever witnessed. I don't even want to get into how they have us send home employees in our busiest moments so they can increase their profit margin, or how the manager that normally is there is the WORST EMPLOYEE in the entire business. Jesus Christ, I really dislike the place. The only thing it has ever been good for is the fact that I've met some of the raddest folks I know there.
Now, I am done.
In other news:
Tina, I fucking love you! No, seriously, I really fucking love you so much. I don't know how you do it, but these burritos are so delicious, I've actually been eating them at least once a day. Sure, they need a little assistance: some cheese and some Taco Bell HOT sauce, but they are the only thing I have a desire to eat at all. In fact, I'm going to have one in the next ten to fifteen minutes.
And that's all. I'm not even going to leave you a song quote. Sorry folks.
P.S. Dear Jessi: I'm sorry of I've abandoned talking to you for a burrito when I was already half-paying attention while writing this. I love you.