|Current mood:|| stressed|
Howard actually told customers the reason he has to raise prices is because butter costs so much. In the words of Ashley, TWAT?!?!?
And I realize I spend almost 90 percent of my time not working and doing things like stealing food, running away from Howard and bitching and moaning. In the words of Peter Gibbons "I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work."
3 more years until I can wait at a real restaurant with no Franks and people that come in with shit in their pants. Speaking of Frank, I totally take back my "Pablo has a Frank-vibe" statement. Pablo's cool. He's super perceptive and my new best adult friend.
--edit-- I'm not home this weekend. I have to leave. I would be the worst person ever if I didn't go. I feel guilty because I'm so upset that I'm have to go and I had such big plans for this weekend. And I completely forgot about work. The one time I really can't afford to lose any money and I'll be out an entire weekend worth of shitty tips. May have to budget the last weekend of school, count me out of anything expensive, I'm still worried about a car... Fuck fuck fuck. Back to stress. --/edit--