Not for all the ketchup packets in the world...
If only ketchup packets were a valid currency...
Work today was pretty hellish. For the next six months I'm spending my days, slowly rotting, in the Aldi in Fremont, learning how to become a store manager.
Today? I spilled conditioner all over myself five minutes into the day, forcing me to wear a 'nice' workshirt covered in shit all damn day. Two hours later I was taking out the trash, only to find that I somehow ripped the crotch seam in my corduruoys. It was my understanding that corduoruoys were one of the strongest materials out there. I.e., I'm an idiot and I have to get sewin'.
August 7, here I come.
Woof.
Work today was pretty hellish. For the next six months I'm spending my days, slowly rotting, in the Aldi in Fremont, learning how to become a store manager.
Today? I spilled conditioner all over myself five minutes into the day, forcing me to wear a 'nice' workshirt covered in shit all damn day. Two hours later I was taking out the trash, only to find that I somehow ripped the crotch seam in my corduruoys. It was my understanding that corduoruoys were one of the strongest materials out there. I.e., I'm an idiot and I have to get sewin'.
August 7, here I come.
Woof.