-::I'm A Working Man::-
Date: Jul 25th, 2005 9:47:07 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Tired As Fuck
Er... Not a man, but you get the point.
I woke up late for the first day of work, yeah, that was really cool, I didnt't have an alarm set, also, my fag ass dad didn't say he wasn't going to wake me up. So, he comes home to get me, I'm not up, so he bursts into my room screaming at me which made me jump out of bed, screaming back at him..
I got to work and was leaning to use the register.. Hooray... I was leaning from my dad then a girl from work. As soon as people started coming in, everyone expected me to talk to them and such, which, I'm scared to death of people so, I fled to the back room telling my dad I didn't want to work up front. He was screaming at me and such, he said if I didn't want to do it I could go home and stay off of things, computer, games, tv, etc.
So I had to walk home, when I got there I was so fucking pissed off.. After a while I cooled down and decided to go back.. I had to, for Nicholas's sake and my own..
Going back wasn't that bad, he didn't make me work registers and I just got to make things. I had to mix things with a spinning blade, which I messed up like 4 times, dropping the cup and having the ice cream fly all over me and the machine I was using. I couldn't help but laugh, my face and chest being coverd it it.
----I AM NOT DONE.-----
--But I am in no mood to finish this--
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