I'm Beginning To Hate My Job...
So I went to work at 10pm last night, I figured hey it's a Saturday, it's FAMU Homecoming, I should make some good money, right? So David (he's a manager) comes up and asks me if I can stay until somewhere in the 4 o'clock range to cover the FAMU rush, I agreed and went on with my evening. So the rush never really happened, we had a decent crowd but nothing too bad, so I figured cool I get to go home soon...nope. 4 turned into 5, and I watched a ton of other people leave, most of which not doing their sideboard assignment, and then 5 turned into 6 as I was still finishing what other people left for the rest of us to do... So at 7:30 when I finally got out of work I was about dead. I got home about 15 minutes later and you know what I forgot? My keys...they were on the counter at work. So back to work I go, with Erica and Charlie in tow (I like rhyming, it's fun) to fetch my keys. So then we dropped Charlie off, and then Erica dropped me off, and then I went to bed at like 9. Why I'm awake right now I don't know, but I'm going to neep a nap later. I usually wouldn't mind...but yeah, WAY TOO FUCKING LATE. They had better not cut my hours, or I might flip out on someone. Anyway I'm trying to get people to go to lunch with, I'd like to go somewhere nice but I don't see it happening...so moo, I'm outta here.