What am I to do?
I get a call, called Kahili, and it turns out I don't have a job. Next I write about it on livejournal.
Damn, I'm cool
So I can either look for something else or come crawling back to Starbucks where I haven't burned any bridges and love the people, but feel completely retarded coming back, with my tail between my legs, after I tried to not tell people I was going and they found out anyway. Plus, I was looking forward to NOT having to deal with eggnog anymore. As sean put it, "Eggnog is a step or two from mayonnaise or Hollandaise sause and it sounds like a jet engine when you steam it".
I'd probably be off the schedule for two weeks if they let me back on. Goddamn, it's not gonna be fun asking for my job back.
Damn, I'm cool
So I can either look for something else or come crawling back to Starbucks where I haven't burned any bridges and love the people, but feel completely retarded coming back, with my tail between my legs, after I tried to not tell people I was going and they found out anyway. Plus, I was looking forward to NOT having to deal with eggnog anymore. As sean put it, "Eggnog is a step or two from mayonnaise or Hollandaise sause and it sounds like a jet engine when you steam it".
I'd probably be off the schedule for two weeks if they let me back on. Goddamn, it's not gonna be fun asking for my job back.