Worst Thanksgiving Ever.
So, I'm here to tell ya'll aboot my Crappy Thanksgiving, mostly so that your's may seem better by comparison.
Firstly, a few days ago I dropped a printing press on my finger. The medical term for the wound is Evulsed. Imagine my finger is a little pilgrim. Now pretend that the printing press is a little Indian with a little hatchet. Now pretend that the Indian Scalped the Pilgrim. Yeah, it fuckin hurt. It's still pretty bad, but at least it's not purple anymore.
Anyway, Thanksgiving morning, I woke up at 9:55. I was supposed to be at work at 10. So, I jump outta bed, throw my clothes on, and get goin. I'm 10 minutes late. so, a quick breakdown of work.
1.Work doesn't do holiday pay, so this was just another day according to my paycheck.
2.My first 2 tours didn't laugh, didn't smile. So, on my 3rd tour, I didn't smile. But my 3rd tour was fun people who wanted to laugh, but I was too busy bein pissed off.
3.My 2nd tour included 6 little kids and 1 fussy baby. People were being hella mean to the baby, like his mom and shit. hella fucked up.
4.I had my lunch after I got there, at about 11:30. I didn't get off till 5. I got a scant few breaks in between, I mostly just worked straight through.
Seriously, I hate my fucking job now. Didja know we're not supposed to take tips?? Yeah, we're supposed to say "no thankyou, Sir/Madam, we don't need any money today." It's such fucking bullshit. I will never turn down a tip, because the Winchester house doesn't pay me enough not to. GRR...
Anyway, I got home about 2 hours after my family started dinner. Oh, and my brother came up from LA last night, but I didn't get to see him then becuase I had to sleep for work, and not the next morning cuz I was late. When I got home, he told me he was going to Santa Cruz (fuckin' bastard). It didn't really matter though, cuz we had to run to the lovely Dicken's thanksgiving. Her grandpa had a stroke reacently, but still showed up. Which also meant that everyone started crying cuz he started to give grace and I was just too damn tired to cry (though truth be told I almost statred crying on tour...I was so fuckin frustrated). The turkey was shite, and the only thing that was any better than my fathers was the gravey...that was some bomb fucking gravey.
Luckily, we got home in time to hang out with Nick for a few hours before he left, but still the crappiest thanksgiving ever.
Also, rented the Fight Club game. I doubt you needed me to tell you, but don't waste your time. The fighting is slow and sloppy, and the computer is either half retarded or cheap as hell. The only thing it does right is the grit. This game is grittier than Chips mama. But, on the flip side, the story mode doesn't even have cinemas, just images with voice over. Extremely PS1 and shitty, if I do say so myself.
Now, I have work today.
Firstly, a few days ago I dropped a printing press on my finger. The medical term for the wound is Evulsed. Imagine my finger is a little pilgrim. Now pretend that the printing press is a little Indian with a little hatchet. Now pretend that the Indian Scalped the Pilgrim. Yeah, it fuckin hurt. It's still pretty bad, but at least it's not purple anymore.
Anyway, Thanksgiving morning, I woke up at 9:55. I was supposed to be at work at 10. So, I jump outta bed, throw my clothes on, and get goin. I'm 10 minutes late. so, a quick breakdown of work.
1.Work doesn't do holiday pay, so this was just another day according to my paycheck.
2.My first 2 tours didn't laugh, didn't smile. So, on my 3rd tour, I didn't smile. But my 3rd tour was fun people who wanted to laugh, but I was too busy bein pissed off.
3.My 2nd tour included 6 little kids and 1 fussy baby. People were being hella mean to the baby, like his mom and shit. hella fucked up.
4.I had my lunch after I got there, at about 11:30. I didn't get off till 5. I got a scant few breaks in between, I mostly just worked straight through.
Seriously, I hate my fucking job now. Didja know we're not supposed to take tips?? Yeah, we're supposed to say "no thankyou, Sir/Madam, we don't need any money today." It's such fucking bullshit. I will never turn down a tip, because the Winchester house doesn't pay me enough not to. GRR...
Anyway, I got home about 2 hours after my family started dinner. Oh, and my brother came up from LA last night, but I didn't get to see him then becuase I had to sleep for work, and not the next morning cuz I was late. When I got home, he told me he was going to Santa Cruz (fuckin' bastard). It didn't really matter though, cuz we had to run to the lovely Dicken's thanksgiving. Her grandpa had a stroke reacently, but still showed up. Which also meant that everyone started crying cuz he started to give grace and I was just too damn tired to cry (though truth be told I almost statred crying on tour...I was so fuckin frustrated). The turkey was shite, and the only thing that was any better than my fathers was the gravey...that was some bomb fucking gravey.
Luckily, we got home in time to hang out with Nick for a few hours before he left, but still the crappiest thanksgiving ever.
Also, rented the Fight Club game. I doubt you needed me to tell you, but don't waste your time. The fighting is slow and sloppy, and the computer is either half retarded or cheap as hell. The only thing it does right is the grit. This game is grittier than Chips mama. But, on the flip side, the story mode doesn't even have cinemas, just images with voice over. Extremely PS1 and shitty, if I do say so myself.
Now, I have work today.