I wish I had an addiction to feed.
Apparantely, it is appropriate to leave just as people are walking in because you have an "addiction." Who's fault is that? Polute your lungs on your own goddamn time, not mine. A little bitter? Of course. Because everyone I work with feels the need to have a smoke break every five seconds. And if that's not enough, they'll leave right when it starts to get busy. And conveniently enough, when business is slow and will continue to be slow, there is no need for nicotine. Thanks guys!
Needless to say, tonight was the over the edge night. Not only did I come in two hours early, but I also just got home. One o'clock! But my day was made better when Mr. Dykstra came into Qdoba. I like seeing people I know. BUT I also was violated! Not really, but heres the story.
guy:"Hey, I like your piercing. Did it hurt?"
me: "No, not really. Is this for here or to go?"
guy: "You have pretty eyes."
me: "tthhhhhaaannkkkss:
guy: "you wanna go out some time?"
me: "How old are you?"
guy: "twenty. How old are you?"
me: "18"
guy: "Do you have a boyfriend"
me *GULP. I look over to James, he is laughing.* "no"
guy: "Well do you wanna hit the clubs some time?
me: "I'm not really interested." *Whispering to James "can you ring his order up...please!"
I hate my job....thank God only one more day.
Any other pessimistic news? Not really. But no optimism either.
Needless to say, tonight was the over the edge night. Not only did I come in two hours early, but I also just got home. One o'clock! But my day was made better when Mr. Dykstra came into Qdoba. I like seeing people I know. BUT I also was violated! Not really, but heres the story.
guy:"Hey, I like your piercing. Did it hurt?"
me: "No, not really. Is this for here or to go?"
guy: "You have pretty eyes."
me: "tthhhhhaaannkkkss:
guy: "you wanna go out some time?"
me: "How old are you?"
guy: "twenty. How old are you?"
me: "18"
guy: "Do you have a boyfriend"
me *GULP. I look over to James, he is laughing.* "no"
guy: "Well do you wanna hit the clubs some time?
me: "I'm not really interested." *Whispering to James "can you ring his order up...please!"
I hate my job....thank God only one more day.
Any other pessimistic news? Not really. But no optimism either.