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It's the kind of experience that ends with a question: Am I tripping my balls off, or is this woman THIS KRAZY? And then I conclude, that yeas, she is crazy. And for a little while, I was tripping my balls off.
We were cleaning windows for $16 an hour, when a spider, like this two inch furry thing that looks more like a kitten that someone stepped on, crawls onto the windowsil and freakin scares the hair off me.. I still don't have to shave! This thing was so freaky. I had a heart attack. We had soo many more sets of windows to clean after, and I was terrified because there were THREE more spiders like that on MY side of the window. No spiders for Reesh.
So Reesh gave me a Klonopin? I think. HAH. Tripped my ballz off. At first, I couldn't feel it and then I was so fucking high that I couldn't walk straight, and I was AT WORK. And I still don't remember ANYTHING about that night except being at the bathroom in her house and splashing water on my face thinking "How the fuck am I gonna play this one off?"
So anyways, yeah the last.. um three days, I've been working. I'm bakery working tomorrow 1-7, Friday 3-9 and Saturday 7-3.. Yeah I'm Cleaning Jobed out. And now I'm into the Sweet Tooth mode.
I got a check today, for $283 for working like 20 hours. I'm going to get a check for the Sweet Tooth on Friday for less... after I've worked 40 hours and 20 minutes. That's just fucked. I can picture you smoking a cigarette and saying 'Well fuck, heh, just quit.'
We were cleaning windows for $16 an hour, when a spider, like this two inch furry thing that looks more like a kitten that someone stepped on, crawls onto the windowsil and freakin scares the hair off me.. I still don't have to shave! This thing was so freaky. I had a heart attack. We had soo many more sets of windows to clean after, and I was terrified because there were THREE more spiders like that on MY side of the window. No spiders for Reesh.
So Reesh gave me a Klonopin? I think. HAH. Tripped my ballz off. At first, I couldn't feel it and then I was so fucking high that I couldn't walk straight, and I was AT WORK. And I still don't remember ANYTHING about that night except being at the bathroom in her house and splashing water on my face thinking "How the fuck am I gonna play this one off?"
So anyways, yeah the last.. um three days, I've been working. I'm bakery working tomorrow 1-7, Friday 3-9 and Saturday 7-3.. Yeah I'm Cleaning Jobed out. And now I'm into the Sweet Tooth mode.
I got a check today, for $283 for working like 20 hours. I'm going to get a check for the Sweet Tooth on Friday for less... after I've worked 40 hours and 20 minutes. That's just fucked. I can picture you smoking a cigarette and saying 'Well fuck, heh, just quit.'