Work was hellish. It all started at LU. I had to pick up Tara, of whom I love, for work at 8:30 am so I had just gotten on campus and I called her and said "I'll be there in 2 minutes." Apparently, there was SOME kind of marathon going on at LU and so I had to be "escorted" by cops who set the pace for all of us cars to drive. The pace of 1 mile an
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Um, you're supposed to check for id for the customers own security - people like that (the ones that can't be bothered for two seconds ('cause they have bought granny panties on sale for .79 cents from Belk ever since gravity was invented so you should obviously recognize their lingering and mal-odorous mug)) don't deserve to have credit cards because they are precisely the type of people that hem and haw on the nightly news when their card is stolen and charged with thousands of dollars worth of Nike Shox because why? The cashier didn't verify the proper identity. They suck - you do not.
Was that a rant? I think it was by-golly.
Oh, did I tell you I just bought a silver intrepid?
Anyway, you should write more because your posts are hilarious.
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