In resistance to my sidewalk painting.

Well.
Let me tell you...
I just worked eight hours with a 10 minute break.
CHILD LABOUR!!!
Ugh, my job Blows with a capital B

So, we had a wedding party full of hicks in cowboy boots and cowboy hats, drinking like the "partay" animals they are..and then what?
what's that you say?
they brought A CLOWN to do some balloon tricks and to sing?!
Is this a fourth grade birthday party?
No my dear, it's a wedding party.
Who brought the crack?

The other "funny" thing is that me and one of the cooks are scared of clowns.
So when it came time for me to go put some glasses in the bar, ohh who popped up?
That damn clown. Being too happy.
And all that makeup..what was that thing hiding?
A murderous plot to kill us all?
That's it, isn't it?

so anyway. I'm mad. And want to quit my job.
working 4-12 doesn't work with me.
Being in a hot kitchen for 8 hours, also does not work with me.
and having only a 10 minute break?
Well that just doesn't work with the law.


urg, I guess I can suck it up for another couple months.
Then, I'm outta there.
To seize new opportunities.
Like, making coffee, or stocking shelves.
Sounds fulfilling doesn't it?
Oh who am I kidding?


Mell>>>OUT!