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i only work four and a half hours today. i need more money than that.
lauretta told me to not work at perkins now. after i just applied. but only because she is probably quitting and hates it there.
i could work there as long as ryan is i think.
i almost peed my pants when i read stephs journal.
poor ben. well... not really. i kind of feel bad for katy.. or whatever for not knowing she sucks so much.
no one is buying my little pendant on ebay. the sad thing is... i really didnt lie about it. haha my grandma got the fuckin thing blessed by the pope like 7 years ago, and i somehow still have it. someone buy it. haha
at work yesterday some little thirteen year old shit wanted a big bag of m&ms.
i rang them up and said '2.86'
him: but i only have 2.79.
me: well what do you want me to do about it?
him: i dont know.. i only have 2.79
me: and you need 7 more cents kid.
him: well fine... just break this TWENTY DOLLAR BILL
i almost stabbed him.
and the sad thing is... i wanted to stab him over 7 cents.
ive lost all my patience for people after working at the service center at a fucking grocery store were people fucking spaz over from anywere between 3 cents and like a dollar. seriously. do you have ntohing better to do than stare at your reciept trying to find a reason why you had to spend so much money and blame it on whoever the cashier is?
and i get to work back there again today.
im gonna go hang myself.
lauretta told me to not work at perkins now. after i just applied. but only because she is probably quitting and hates it there.
i could work there as long as ryan is i think.
i almost peed my pants when i read stephs journal.
poor ben. well... not really. i kind of feel bad for katy.. or whatever for not knowing she sucks so much.
no one is buying my little pendant on ebay. the sad thing is... i really didnt lie about it. haha my grandma got the fuckin thing blessed by the pope like 7 years ago, and i somehow still have it. someone buy it. haha
at work yesterday some little thirteen year old shit wanted a big bag of m&ms.
i rang them up and said '2.86'
him: but i only have 2.79.
me: well what do you want me to do about it?
him: i dont know.. i only have 2.79
me: and you need 7 more cents kid.
him: well fine... just break this TWENTY DOLLAR BILL
i almost stabbed him.
and the sad thing is... i wanted to stab him over 7 cents.
ive lost all my patience for people after working at the service center at a fucking grocery store were people fucking spaz over from anywere between 3 cents and like a dollar. seriously. do you have ntohing better to do than stare at your reciept trying to find a reason why you had to spend so much money and blame it on whoever the cashier is?
and i get to work back there again today.
im gonna go hang myself.