Work, work, work. . . and vomit.
Don't you just wish that people could spew maybe eight feet away from where they actually did? Yeah, I know that is a common problem for most of you, but today it was my responsibility. Who, you may ask, threw up? A ninth grade cheerleader. Here I will let you insert your own sarcastic/demeaning comments about cheerleading, but I will refrain from any but this: If I ever have daughters, THEY WILL NOT BE CHEERLEADERS!
OK, got that outta my system. Today was the second day in a row of 14 hour days. I'm exhausted, but a better man for it (at least the sentence sounded good). I have only 4 more times to work at Big Lots. I am grateful for the chance to make a lot of extra money there this summer, but I will be very glad to be done there.
Time to sleep for six and a half hours. Can't wait to sleep in on Saturday!!! Bye all!
OK, got that outta my system. Today was the second day in a row of 14 hour days. I'm exhausted, but a better man for it (at least the sentence sounded good). I have only 4 more times to work at Big Lots. I am grateful for the chance to make a lot of extra money there this summer, but I will be very glad to be done there.
Time to sleep for six and a half hours. Can't wait to sleep in on Saturday!!! Bye all!
posted by Happy at
23:18
1 Comments:
"a better man for it?" Try spending 12 hours a day locked in a mine shaft, with no light. then you can talk about being a better man for it. Also, if you went hunting grizzly bears, i would give you some points there. And your daughters won't be cheerleaders? how about your boys?
~Michael
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