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hey, i work in a resteraunt.
that means i deal with lazy old people all day, who like to bitch about anything they can think of to bitch about.
its sorta entertaining, to see what lengths they will go too just to find somthing to complain about.
for instance, i actually recieved this complaint : "your chairs are too short!" .
what the fuck am I supposed to do about that? "im sorry ma'am, here, sit your fucking wrinkled ass on this phone book. that better bitch? ok, you have a god meal. "
(i hate old people. not all of them, but a good number.)
in other news, my thigh hurts.
my car runs. and sounds wonderfull. now to just get it tuned and painted, and ill be free at last.
Anyone need a room mate? because i do.
i also need a new cell phone, mines decided to start doing crack.
im bored like woah. and my dad just made mince meat pies. hooray for mince meat.
time to look at clothes online. im a girl.
that means i deal with lazy old people all day, who like to bitch about anything they can think of to bitch about.
its sorta entertaining, to see what lengths they will go too just to find somthing to complain about.
for instance, i actually recieved this complaint : "your chairs are too short!" .
what the fuck am I supposed to do about that? "im sorry ma'am, here, sit your fucking wrinkled ass on this phone book. that better bitch? ok, you have a god meal. "
(i hate old people. not all of them, but a good number.)
in other news, my thigh hurts.
my car runs. and sounds wonderfull. now to just get it tuned and painted, and ill be free at last.
Anyone need a room mate? because i do.
i also need a new cell phone, mines decided to start doing crack.
im bored like woah. and my dad just made mince meat pies. hooray for mince meat.
time to look at clothes online. im a girl.