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Moving out was such a pain in the ass. I had accumulated so much over the year. I don't think I'm gonna get around to unpacking for a long time.
In my math final, after getting the test and looking over it, one girl burst into tears and ran out of the lecture hall. Damn. The test was pretty hard, but not that hard. She'd probably had a rough week or something. Pobrecita.
Last night of work was busy like St. Patrick's Day, but with 2 people there instead of 6, and we were out of so many ingredients we couldn't make like half the stuff on the menu. It was insane. A lot of people seem to hold Honey Hickory sauce close to their hearts; they were so disappointed when I told them we were all out. This one stoned guy who hung around the counter with his friends forever and kept bugging me would intermittently cry out, "HONEY HIIIICKORYYY!" Like Honey Hickory had died or something. Some people were real nice too, telling me "good luck" and "you're doing a good job, this shit is crazy" and helping me corral confused drunks so they could get their orders. I was so exhausted by the time my shift was over, I stopped in Dunkin Donuts for coffee and just wanted to fall asleep there.
There is such an abundance of good food in my house. I predict that in a few days my family is gonna start getting annoyed with me for devouring everything.
In my math final, after getting the test and looking over it, one girl burst into tears and ran out of the lecture hall. Damn. The test was pretty hard, but not that hard. She'd probably had a rough week or something. Pobrecita.
Last night of work was busy like St. Patrick's Day, but with 2 people there instead of 6, and we were out of so many ingredients we couldn't make like half the stuff on the menu. It was insane. A lot of people seem to hold Honey Hickory sauce close to their hearts; they were so disappointed when I told them we were all out. This one stoned guy who hung around the counter with his friends forever and kept bugging me would intermittently cry out, "HONEY HIIIICKORYYY!" Like Honey Hickory had died or something. Some people were real nice too, telling me "good luck" and "you're doing a good job, this shit is crazy" and helping me corral confused drunks so they could get their orders. I was so exhausted by the time my shift was over, I stopped in Dunkin Donuts for coffee and just wanted to fall asleep there.
There is such an abundance of good food in my house. I predict that in a few days my family is gonna start getting annoyed with me for devouring everything.