A thingy and Work: Part Two the Sequel

[kyrasantae]

First, a thingy.

From muora:

Reply in here with something you would like to do with me someday. Then post this in your journal to find out what people want to do with you.

And now for something completely different:
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Work: Part Two the Sequel!

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Today sucked even more than yesterday. One of the girls, who has been around for a while, was really pushing me around until she got off at 2. She basically tried to force me to stay on the till until she decided I should go wash tables and dishes, which REALLY SUCKS because when the dishes come out of the dishwasher, like, duh, they're frickin' STEAMY and HOT. Even though I didn't feel so pressured after she left, I was still really pressured because there were so many customers, and so many of them wanted iced capps, which apparently I can make really well but the machine close to where I was working hates me, so either it doesn't dispense the slush properly or the beaters go insane and get the stuff all over the place. Chelsea let me go home at 4 again.

Anyway, one good thing did happen: since I was handling so much money, I now have a Lucky Loonie, a Terry Fox loonie, and the 60th Annniv. VE-Day nickel, so siromygod, you only need to be on the lookout for a coloured Remembrance Day quarter, thanks.

Speaking of which, I'm *still* in need of my alcohol fix.