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- Sep 16, 2018
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The escapades continue. Before we crack into it here’s an update to my leg: It looks like my leg is finally recovering and the muscular hernia seems to be getting smaller as a result of wrapping the muscle with support gauze under my big toe
STORY BEGINS BELOW SHORTATTENTIONSPANCELS
Alyways I show up to the dishpit at 8:50 am today to begin opening. I clean the leftover dishes from last night and begin washing until 10:30am breakfast.
Then at 12, the 18 year old ugly femoid shows up [she puts clean dishes away]. Everything’s steady. She’s super quiet and shy. Surprisingly she is fast in the dish pit which I like
At 1-4pm it gets super busy, nothing remarkable to write about here
Now at 5, this new Persian chick in her 40’s arrives [keep in mind she has 10 yrs dishwashing experience so she has more authority] She always yells at me for being slow mentally and physically. At the end of my shift she expected me to clean the big soup kettle, a 20 minute job for no overtime pay. I told her I had to take a shit and I’d clean it after I get back. I simply walked out without saying bye to anyone
Tomorrow I’ll walk back into work like nothing happened and not avoid eye contact like a shameful cuck would act. I’ll walk in with a posture ready to fight anyone and look people directly in the eyes.
Stay tuned. This will get interesting.
STORY BEGINS BELOW SHORTATTENTIONSPANCELS
Alyways I show up to the dishpit at 8:50 am today to begin opening. I clean the leftover dishes from last night and begin washing until 10:30am breakfast.
Then at 12, the 18 year old ugly femoid shows up [she puts clean dishes away]. Everything’s steady. She’s super quiet and shy. Surprisingly she is fast in the dish pit which I like
At 1-4pm it gets super busy, nothing remarkable to write about here
Now at 5, this new Persian chick in her 40’s arrives [keep in mind she has 10 yrs dishwashing experience so she has more authority] She always yells at me for being slow mentally and physically. At the end of my shift she expected me to clean the big soup kettle, a 20 minute job for no overtime pay. I told her I had to take a shit and I’d clean it after I get back. I simply walked out without saying bye to anyone
Tomorrow I’ll walk back into work like nothing happened and not avoid eye contact like a shameful cuck would act. I’ll walk in with a posture ready to fight anyone and look people directly in the eyes.
Stay tuned. This will get interesting.