eff!
I am working EVERYDAY THIS WEEK. On 4 of 6 days (including today, btw) I'm there at six a.m. One day off, and it's Tuesday, the last day of an Einstein's week. What is this shit? Julie is practically *begging* me to quit. But as I've been informed by Ryan on multiple occasions, it's not my decision to quit this job. I am simply not allowed to.
What do certain people want? Esh. Michelle wants sleep. And maybe a cookie. But she's not stupid and does not believe that her schedule is this way because Oscar is in Spain, or Chile, or wherever the fuck he's gone most likely for to kill someone else with a machette. He's a baker. She's a cashier. I'm simply not that retarded.
What do certain people want? Esh. Michelle wants sleep. And maybe a cookie. But she's not stupid and does not believe that her schedule is this way because Oscar is in Spain, or Chile, or wherever the fuck he's gone most likely for to kill someone else with a machette. He's a baker. She's a cashier. I'm simply not that retarded.