Happy hour
I worked 3-12 tonight. I take a 10 @ 4:45 to call my bro and see how his first day of high school went. My dad answers and tells me he's not there. Co-workers are loud in the break room. I tell my dad I'll try back later. Our home phone doesn't have caller ID so my dad asks "Where are you? Wait, nevermind I don't care where you are. Bye" and hangs up. I think wtf was that about?? and figured he thought I was out fucking partying at some bar [since he thinks that's all I do] at 4:45pm!! I'm going to be 23 and I've never actually been to a happy hour anywhere. Contrary to popular belief I'm not an alcoholic. Fast forward to 30 minutes ago and my mom said that when she talked to him earlier he said "Leslie called. She was out somewhere with nicole" with this "fuck her" attitude... and my mom said "She's at work. She went in at 3." Booya. What was that all about?? I hope he feels bad.
My work friends rule. Tony bought me a garden gnome, and nicole bought me a caramel frappuccino. Now I can't sleep..
My work friends rule. Tony bought me a garden gnome, and nicole bought me a caramel frappuccino. Now I can't sleep..