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Went to bed at a little more reasonable hour last night, and got up at 9. Breakfast, then class, where I realized that I still needed sleep, as I was dozing off toward the end. So, I decided to have a nap, which did the spot. At 3:30, trudged off to McFuck. Why is it that I always get scheduled to work on the nicest days of the week? Anyway, tonight, my schedule: 4 to midnight. I was expecting it to be busy--"The Punisher" came out in theaters, which means every middle schooler and high schooler would go see it, then crash McD after. However, the night would be very, very brutal, one of the worst Fridays. Why? 3 buses pulled into McD, starting the insanity--around 7ish, and the insanity would not stop until after 9. After that wave of damage, I was told to clean the lobby--and wanted to kill. Seriously. The children had left the place a war zone--tables filled with wrappers, trays, ripped bags, ketchup and sauces dripping--total mess, total disregard. CHILDREN HAVE NO FUCKING BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!! I would like to shoot the parents as well...sending their little children into town at night. Where have manners gone? Where the fuck has common sense gone? What is wrong with cleaning up after yourself?
Adding to the mess, the parking lot became a party as our little children were assembled in large groups, drinking and smoking. Yes--McD had become a frat house for the litte shits. The little fuckfaces were in the parking lot, living it up, trashing the place. Assholes. I wanted to rip their laughing faces off. Most importantly, where the hell are the parents? Just leave me the fuck alone. Stupid children. You know...contraceptives...a big help. Damn...when I have children, common sense will be a priority.
Needless to say, I left work pissed. When I got back, messaged Sarah, she called, and was a little out of it, drink taking up some mental clarity. Did not help my state of mind at that point, but I began to feel better as the chat went on. I love her dearly. Still, the fiasco at work leaves me physically drained. Sleep will clear that away.
My schedule for the rest of the weekend:
Saturday--off campus all day, performing my first concert of the semester in Nyack. Back around midnight, maybe a little after.
Sunday...ick. I'm scheduled to work from 5 PM to 1 AM. Yes--I work till 1 AM Monday morning. It fucking sucks.
Anyway, time to put my tired mind and body to bed. Nighty night, all.
Nighty night, all.
Adding to the mess, the parking lot became a party as our little children were assembled in large groups, drinking and smoking. Yes--McD had become a frat house for the litte shits. The little fuckfaces were in the parking lot, living it up, trashing the place. Assholes. I wanted to rip their laughing faces off. Most importantly, where the hell are the parents? Just leave me the fuck alone. Stupid children. You know...contraceptives...a big help. Damn...when I have children, common sense will be a priority.
Needless to say, I left work pissed. When I got back, messaged Sarah, she called, and was a little out of it, drink taking up some mental clarity. Did not help my state of mind at that point, but I began to feel better as the chat went on. I love her dearly. Still, the fiasco at work leaves me physically drained. Sleep will clear that away.
My schedule for the rest of the weekend:
Saturday--off campus all day, performing my first concert of the semester in Nyack. Back around midnight, maybe a little after.
Sunday...ick. I'm scheduled to work from 5 PM to 1 AM. Yes--I work till 1 AM Monday morning. It fucking sucks.
Anyway, time to put my tired mind and body to bed. Nighty night, all.
Nighty night, all.
