OKAY, SO I FOUND SOME SPEED TODAY RITE.
And by speed I mean I drank a shit ton of caffeine before, during, and after work.
A VERY LARGE SHIT TON.
Woke up at 5:15am. This is 7 hours earlier than my body is meant to wake up. Rolled around in bed for 15 minutes.
Posted gibberish on LJ.
Turned on the coffee.
Tripped back upstairs to put clothing on. Combed hair, not that it did my any good because I wore a hat all day. But whatever.
Grabbed backpack with diabetic testing supplies (not from Liberty Medical; them bitches is crayzie), brushed teeth.
Rolled downstairs, let dogs outside. Poured coffee into a ceramic mug. Looked at clock. Looked at mug. Poured coffee into plastic travel mug. Let dogs in.
Somehow, I got to work. I think I walked. I was still asleep, so who knows. But I drank that mug of coffee and smoked a cigarette on the way there.
I got to work and got more coffee, went outside, smoked again, drank the coffee. Went inside, got more coffee, sat in the crew room drinking coffee. I started to wake up.
Clocked in at precisely 7am, hands shaking because I'm pretty sure I just kind of shoved three pieces of bread down my throat for breakfast.
Worked for two-ish hours. I did swell. Five years in that hellhole has burned fast food skills into my brain. It's become muscle memory, seriously. I was doing better than my fucking "trainer" was. Psht. Bitch please.
Went on break at 9:30am. Got more coffee. Ate apple. More coffee and another cigarette. Back inside, skipped coffee for water.
Worked some more. Did some more swell-ness. Danced in drive-thru to the crazy Spanish music drifting in from dining. Some old guy cracked a joke about how McD's is "getting ready for the migrant labor season with the spic music." Exact words. I glared some glarey doom. Raised an eyebrow, too, I think. That eyebrow has brought down EMPIRES. Old guy left, hopefully to go get hit by a car. KIDDING I LOVE THE CUSTOMERS. <3
Had another break at. Well I don't remember. 11:30 or something. Ate a cheeseburger, felt sick, cured sickness with MORE COFFEE. This brings the tally to SEVEN. Smoked more. Skipped coffee for SoBe Lean stuff. It was orange.
Worked some more. Clocked out at 1:56pm. Got forty-two ounces of Diet Coke for 49 cents. 89-cent XL soda + employee discount = heck yes. Smoked, got a ride home.
So I'm sitting here now. And uh. I think I'm awake. Yes.
If you seriously read all of that, congratulations. You're very bored.
I made about 45 dollars today. Oh, minimum fucking wage. ;_;
But whatever. It's a job, I guess. For now.
Final tally: Seven cups of coffee, XL Coke // Five-ish cigarettes.
This job is going to kill me PDQ.
I think I'll lay off the caffeine tomorrow. Maybe. I feel awesome.
Later:
So this random. You love it.
I have my music turned up sort of loudish, just enough that I can't overhear people talking downstairs. (People in this house talk very loudly, so I can always overhear everything.)
There was a pause in the song, and I heard my mom say, "You forgot your cookies! D:" Frowny face and everything. And as she finished saying it, the music kicked back in, so I've no idea what cookies she's talking about and where this person forgot them.
Next time, on The Campbell Cave, how my family operates with five or six people and one shower facility!
A VERY LARGE SHIT TON.
Woke up at 5:15am. This is 7 hours earlier than my body is meant to wake up. Rolled around in bed for 15 minutes.
Posted gibberish on LJ.
Turned on the coffee.
Tripped back upstairs to put clothing on. Combed hair, not that it did my any good because I wore a hat all day. But whatever.
Grabbed backpack with diabetic testing supplies (not from Liberty Medical; them bitches is crayzie), brushed teeth.
Rolled downstairs, let dogs outside. Poured coffee into a ceramic mug. Looked at clock. Looked at mug. Poured coffee into plastic travel mug. Let dogs in.
Somehow, I got to work. I think I walked. I was still asleep, so who knows. But I drank that mug of coffee and smoked a cigarette on the way there.
I got to work and got more coffee, went outside, smoked again, drank the coffee. Went inside, got more coffee, sat in the crew room drinking coffee. I started to wake up.
Clocked in at precisely 7am, hands shaking because I'm pretty sure I just kind of shoved three pieces of bread down my throat for breakfast.
Worked for two-ish hours. I did swell. Five years in that hellhole has burned fast food skills into my brain. It's become muscle memory, seriously. I was doing better than my fucking "trainer" was. Psht. Bitch please.
Went on break at 9:30am. Got more coffee. Ate apple. More coffee and another cigarette. Back inside, skipped coffee for water.
Worked some more. Did some more swell-ness. Danced in drive-thru to the crazy Spanish music drifting in from dining. Some old guy cracked a joke about how McD's is "getting ready for the migrant labor season with the spic music." Exact words. I glared some glarey doom. Raised an eyebrow, too, I think. That eyebrow has brought down EMPIRES. Old guy left, hopefully to go get hit by a car. KIDDING I LOVE THE CUSTOMERS. <3
Had another break at. Well I don't remember. 11:30 or something. Ate a cheeseburger, felt sick, cured sickness with MORE COFFEE. This brings the tally to SEVEN. Smoked more. Skipped coffee for SoBe Lean stuff. It was orange.
Worked some more. Clocked out at 1:56pm. Got forty-two ounces of Diet Coke for 49 cents. 89-cent XL soda + employee discount = heck yes. Smoked, got a ride home.
So I'm sitting here now. And uh. I think I'm awake. Yes.
If you seriously read all of that, congratulations. You're very bored.
I made about 45 dollars today. Oh, minimum fucking wage. ;_;
But whatever. It's a job, I guess. For now.
Final tally: Seven cups of coffee, XL Coke // Five-ish cigarettes.
This job is going to kill me PDQ.
I think I'll lay off the caffeine tomorrow. Maybe. I feel awesome.
Later:
So this random. You love it.
I have my music turned up sort of loudish, just enough that I can't overhear people talking downstairs. (People in this house talk very loudly, so I can always overhear everything.)
There was a pause in the song, and I heard my mom say, "You forgot your cookies! D:" Frowny face and everything. And as she finished saying it, the music kicked back in, so I've no idea what cookies she's talking about and where this person forgot them.
Next time, on The Campbell Cave, how my family operates with five or six people and one shower facility!