ARGH.
a million kids in carmel had this exact same train of thought last night:
"DUDES! there's a FIRE! in those jank-ass apartments! IT'S HUGE! let's go watch!"
later:
"the flames are dying down, man! and i'm hungry!"
"hey! steak 'n shake is right across the street! let's go give the only server on the floor from nine to eleven some hell!"
and that only server, my friends, was me. i made good money, but i would have given half of it for a smoke and bedtime.
i'm about to lose it. this whole working-a-million-hours-a-week thing is kind of driving me nuts. i wouldn't do it if the exchange rate wasn't lurking in the back of my head.
[you know, the way i wrote out the idiot kids' thoughts up there reminds me of "i thought his writing lacked a certain emotion" and "so i put on my sweatshirt!" someone, please get this reference.]
"DUDES! there's a FIRE! in those jank-ass apartments! IT'S HUGE! let's go watch!"
later:
"the flames are dying down, man! and i'm hungry!"
"hey! steak 'n shake is right across the street! let's go give the only server on the floor from nine to eleven some hell!"
and that only server, my friends, was me. i made good money, but i would have given half of it for a smoke and bedtime.
i'm about to lose it. this whole working-a-million-hours-a-week thing is kind of driving me nuts. i wouldn't do it if the exchange rate wasn't lurking in the back of my head.
[you know, the way i wrote out the idiot kids' thoughts up there reminds me of "i thought his writing lacked a certain emotion" and "so i put on my sweatshirt!" someone, please get this reference.]