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Now Serving: Extra Value Meal Heart Attacks! Job, Office Space (That One Movie), & Selling My Soul For Minimum Wage

yes, i work at mikky d's now. i am intensly ashamed -_____________-; know what really makes me giggle? when those guys in spandex biking gear (cups, helmet, gloves, the whole deal) come in, say they're getting in shape for the season, and then they order a shitload of hashbrowns and a southwest biscut thing. basically fried, fried with some dough, and a coke. wtf?

right, so Office Space. anyone ever see it? know the guy who stutters and everyone talks over him and he eventually gets all the money? my FEMALE manager looks like him. and talks like him. she's so damn annoying. and she touches the food. ugh.

i work so much ;___________; i started friday, for eight hours (8-4, half hour break). did fries (fucking gross). today, saturday, 8-4, half hour break EARLY cause cathy (the one who is annoying) didn't want me to quit when the rush came. it never came. tomorrow, 8-2. monday, 8-4. tuesday, 9-5. holy fuck. my second day and i already learned cashier. i thik they're desperate?

but there is this one really nice guy. he helps me when i can't get someone else to =] and there's this other guy named wes, who's reallyreally tall (he's like, a friggin giant to me) and who looks kind of like a young paul mccartney. also nice. and funny. too bad he does 4-whenever.

my feet hurt. my shins hurt. my face hurts. the oil and bulb burns from yesterday hurt. i smell like fried foods and grease and i keep wanting to smile inanely and say, yes, sir/m'am, will that be all? to everyone who talks to me.

but our customers are fucking funny there was this one guy who came in sometime around elevenish. frail-ish, foreign (european, maybe?), a little efeminate. he ordered his double cheeseburgers in pairs. holy crap. he came back at least three times. he was really nice, though. (i always got him at my register). and then there was this really cute cute who came in yesterday (i was on register for an hour that day) and ordered something. he came in today. (with a cigarette. god i wanted it so badly) and came to my register (even though the other girl said she was open, too, and i was doing something) and ordered and then talked with me for awhile. it was slow, so it was ok. god, was he hot.

off to go sleep so i can sleep and get up at six.

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