Mr.Clean is a White Supremist
"I do not want to have you wait 6 days for the background check. I like you. I want to start you as soon as I can."
That wasn't even the sentence that knocked me out of my chair...
"Your starting pay is completly up to me. I want to start you at a dollar more per hour. With benefits."
Wow. Wow. I don't know, guys. I want this. But I just don't want to leave Michael's. That place is my home. I go there to escape here. Everyone there knows me. And I won't even be spending my birthday there, which means I don't get a cake from Joanie or special drawings from Debbie. I can't talk shit with Karilyn or plot deaths with Christina. I can't throw stuff with Jake and Kevin or watch kids trip from their stupid roller skate shoes with Gerald.
I want updates about Debbie's new boyfriend. I want to roll my eyes when corporate tries a new wacky plan that crumbles in a week. I DO NOT want anyone touching my gift bag aisle. I JUST got all those baskets in an order that I'm comfortable with.
And Gilmore Girls will be starting in less than two months. I need to run to Stephs office every Wednesday morning and say "What did you think?!" and "What the hell is Lorelai thinking?!?!"
I have to take out my eyebrow ring. I have to wear a white shirt and khakis. This place wants me so bad. I just want it's money. It's like a terrible relationship.
I'm really in love with Michael's but they can't offer me anything. LnT is in love with me and can give me the world.
I know what you're thinking. I'll shut the fuck up now and write my letter to Gail.
That wasn't even the sentence that knocked me out of my chair...
"Your starting pay is completly up to me. I want to start you at a dollar more per hour. With benefits."
Wow. Wow. I don't know, guys. I want this. But I just don't want to leave Michael's. That place is my home. I go there to escape here. Everyone there knows me. And I won't even be spending my birthday there, which means I don't get a cake from Joanie or special drawings from Debbie. I can't talk shit with Karilyn or plot deaths with Christina. I can't throw stuff with Jake and Kevin or watch kids trip from their stupid roller skate shoes with Gerald.
I want updates about Debbie's new boyfriend. I want to roll my eyes when corporate tries a new wacky plan that crumbles in a week. I DO NOT want anyone touching my gift bag aisle. I JUST got all those baskets in an order that I'm comfortable with.
And Gilmore Girls will be starting in less than two months. I need to run to Stephs office every Wednesday morning and say "What did you think?!" and "What the hell is Lorelai thinking?!?!"
I have to take out my eyebrow ring. I have to wear a white shirt and khakis. This place wants me so bad. I just want it's money. It's like a terrible relationship.
I'm really in love with Michael's but they can't offer me anything. LnT is in love with me and can give me the world.
I know what you're thinking. I'll shut the fuck up now and write my letter to Gail.