Work, work work

'K, well, work was gay. I kept doing jobs, then they'd interrupt me and be like, "no, do this job, even though I just gave you that other job thirty seconds ago" I think the Malley's people may be retarded.

On the other had, it was fun because the only people working were Sean, Katie, Ryan, and I, and therefore Kristen came and stayed for almost the whole time, and it was great. No one came. And for the second day in a row, I forgot to get tipped out. I suck.

I'm working again tomorrow. Brilliant.

Now, back to work (school version) I don't know why I bothered posting. I jsut felt like it, okay?

An blogger refuses to: acknowledge the fact that I have posted in the last week, save my log in name, or update my unviewable profile.

Blaaaaaaaa.

School better not suck this week.

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