"Won't you run away with me, we can start a punk rock family..."
I finally got to sleep around 12ish last night, but all good things must come to an end; Danielle called my cell phone no sooner I fell into that wonderful slumber. What did she want? Shannon's house number. What does she ALREADY have? Shannon's house number. I know because I gave it to her a while ago and I sat there and watched as she put it in her cell phone... or maybe that was Kristen I gave it to... well, whatever. Point is? I always get woken up.
- Work was pretty horrible today. I had to cover Candace's shift 'cause the douche bag apparently was unware that she had to work. Freakin-a, dude... that's why you come in on Thursday's when the new schedule is put up not on Sunday. Yeah, she came in today to check her schedule and if looks could kill, she'd be one dead retard. Everyone was pissed off at her because we were all pretty much screwed.
- Tomorrow is my day off. I hope to go to the bank, cash my checks, come home... clean house and clean room. Yes, this is all going to happen.
- Work was pretty horrible today. I had to cover Candace's shift 'cause the douche bag apparently was unware that she had to work. Freakin-a, dude... that's why you come in on Thursday's when the new schedule is put up not on Sunday. Yeah, she came in today to check her schedule and if looks could kill, she'd be one dead retard. Everyone was pissed off at her because we were all pretty much screwed.
- Tomorrow is my day off. I hope to go to the bank, cash my checks, come home... clean house and clean room. Yes, this is all going to happen.