Today I am angry. I got a text on my phone because for some reason Shmupplebees work schedules is now texted to me. I don't want to know as soon as the schedule goes up. I want to wait until the last possible moment to look online and see which days I am going to hate myself.
That day appears to be next Thursday. I am closing. If you didn't catch on in the last two sentences, next Thursday is Thanksgiving. That is why today, I am angry.
I looked at jobs in my area after the schedules so rudely interrupted my afternoon of doing nothing, and there is zilch. Zilch means zero. I'm sure you all know that but I feel like being a condescending asshole for the time being (please don't un-follow me for it. I need your attention. I am an attention whore. Love me.)....(You love me right?).....(Leave a comment telling me so.)
To make myself feel better I am going to begin planning out a book titled 'Shmupplebees', and the two managers I hate most of all will be named 'Sonny' and 'Mason'. (Suck it, Shmony and Shmjason)
It is going to be all about them sexually harrassing 19 year olds, texting innapropriate things, and grabbing asses. All because they have tiny penises and are insecure about the fact that they failed at everything they wanted to do in life and now have to babysit college students. I will place myself as the main character, and in the end I will become rich off of my famous blog, buy Shmupplebees, humiliate them in a way of my choice, fire them, and then burn the store to the ground. All in the eyes of fiction, however. I'm pretty sure that could put me in jail for arson if I were to actually do it.
On a lighter note, I want to thank Bruce for pimping me out on his blog not once, but twice now. Bruce, you're awesome. God thanks you for saving kittens everytime I write a blog (and I love reading your comments too).
His blog rocks as well. You should go visit him here. Plus, if you go there you get to read the really nice things he said about me, and find the 'Where's Waldo' kittens comment he slipped in.