So I'm coming back home from a night out with one of the girls from work, and I notice this limp hand poking out of the doorway to one of the apartments on my floor ( Read more... )

Hello, customers?

Plz to be SHOWERING DAILY. NOT ONCE A WEEK. YOU STINK. You LOOK DIRTY. Just....EW. Disgusting!

Heh. Idiots...

MOTHER FUCKING CUNT RAG!

Aheh. Why is there something amusing about strip clubs being set on fire?

I wonder who did it.

Oh, hey. Check it out.

It's a tumbleweed.

Heh. Back. Spent the week with old man Douggie. He hasn't been doing too good, which explains why I haven't heard much from him lately.

Looks like Desai's just as mundane as usual, huh..

I think I might check out a movie or something after work..Who knows. Whatever the hell I feel like.

Heh.

Great. Friday afternoon, I've been asked to interview applicants for the jobs...I thought that was Michella's job.

..Whatever. I'm getting paid overtime.

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Seriously. After today? I am going to buy myself something horribly high in fat, and capable of inducing heart attacks. Not like I do it often. HEH. Just tonight.

Anyone want a waitressing job? Michella's looking for some new casuals because a couple of the new girls had panic attacks found they couldn't handle customers ( Read more... )

Argh! God damnit! If one more fucking asshole hits on me at work, I'm going to fucking smack them so hard. Honestly. Stop hitting on my staff. Stop hitting on me ( Read more... )