The congrats are for myself actually. My blog is in day 2 and I am posting again. Most may not consider that a big feat, but I am a college student, so dedicating myself to something more than once tends to be reason for a celebration. (...just realized maybe being a college student just makes me look for reasons to have a celebration). But I digress. Another announcement before we get things rolling here..I am not up at this time regularly (praise gee-zus) even though my posts seem to indicate otherwise. My job (if you can call it that) is swiftly ruining my sleep schedule. The hypochondriac in me thinks it's a pretty serious problem actually. So...now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's get started shall we? (stick around, it's gonna be a good show)
WORK. My place of work specifically. A sports bar and I bartend. Ps, I hate sports and I only drink Miller Lite. I also have cleaning OCD which sounds wonderful but isn't when I throw away someone's beer because I think they're done and rushed to clean the table. Obviously, I'm about as qualified for my job as Obama is for his, but that's a topic for a later (never) date. Anyhow, I wanna discuss 2 things about my job. The first item up will be my feelings towards my job. Yes that sounds lame but keep reading, I promise it's a pertinent topic. The other thing I have on the agenda is a little breakdown about the coworkers. This is where things are gonna start to get a little awkward, so prepare yourself. Although I certainly have no desire to alienate anyone I work with, some individuals need a little help to get their life cleaned up. I am no one's guardian angel and I don't think I have any business guiding anyone, but I think maybe some good ol' rationale might help explain to them exactly why things are the way they are for them.
...I swear on my next spray tan I wasn't planning on ending it here as a cliffhanger, so you'll have to come back for the rest. It's just...well..I'm really tired, I have homework due tomorrow..and if I'm not going to stay up this late to read about macroeconomics like I should be, I damn sure shouldn't be on the internet jacking around. If I don't close my mac now, I'll be Facebook creeping before I know it. You know exactly what I'm talking about too; we've all done it so I don't want to hear it. So, same place different time tomorrow right? Deal.
Every time I hear Nancy Grace end her show with that awful sign off, I want to punch her. I will not do anything like that ever. Capish?
hmmm. ya lost me at "spray tan"
ReplyDeleteaww i promise it picks up. i have absolute justification for spray tans. my income is based on tips. wearing shorts generates more tips. my natural skin ton is somewhere around snowflake colored. and apparently people tip better if you have carrot colored legs as opposed to snow. i don't make the rules.
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