Thanks for giving birth to my soul.
Today I had my official first bad day at work. I was busy as hell all night. I only had about 20 minutes where I wasn't running around doing something. I also tried to cut my finger off cutting some bread. Took a serrated knife and sliced right down the tip, my DNA now spread all around the back of the store. Who knew fingers bled so much. So I was a little miffed by the end of the night. Hell, I didn't know if I even wanted to work there anymore, especially after the fact that Roger told me how easy a job it's supposed to be.
Then Ryan, my friend that still works at Hell, tells me the story about a customer tonight who threw her chicken strips through the drive-thru window because they were cold, and how Rusty told her that she'd "get her fucking money back." And suddenly, my night wasn't so bad anymore. In fact, it was great! Tonight wasn't bad at all! I didn't have any customer go gangsta on me! I didn't even talk to them! And I got paid tonight too. I gotta get it fixed because they didn't pay me for my first day, but after that I should get paid about $90 for three days of work. Hooray for me. And I don't wanna hear it from Jason because he gets paid way too fucking much. Bastard.
Ok, I think that's it. Adios.
Then Ryan, my friend that still works at Hell, tells me the story about a customer tonight who threw her chicken strips through the drive-thru window because they were cold, and how Rusty told her that she'd "get her fucking money back." And suddenly, my night wasn't so bad anymore. In fact, it was great! Tonight wasn't bad at all! I didn't have any customer go gangsta on me! I didn't even talk to them! And I got paid tonight too. I gotta get it fixed because they didn't pay me for my first day, but after that I should get paid about $90 for three days of work. Hooray for me. And I don't wanna hear it from Jason because he gets paid way too fucking much. Bastard.
Ok, I think that's it. Adios.