Ok this is what is up with me. I have been in the worst storm of my entire life. I am talking about the kinds of biblicals proportions. So ti is Saturday. Not Last Saturday, but the one before last. I stop in at Denny's, to see armegeddon. A local school event let out and the rain began to pour.

Torrents of people flooded the resturant. The cries of the people called out my name, I heard thier cries and I knew I was the chosen one...

No really it was hella busy at work though but I was asked to come on to do what I did best. Bust my ass and get shit done. so back to the story .


The rain pounded the land for seven days. I was caught the cocaphoney. Only my strength could carry them on...

Suddenly on the seventh night; peace. Rest and relaxation. A bright new day. I fell to my knees, praising the recent events, Thanking the Gods...

Actually; recap:

Obituarties

1) Paul the Bitch-cook- threw yet another tantrum and got fired. Perfect one me slot open for me. Nice guy outside of work, Little bitch on the cooks line.

2) Carl the gun- cook - Coldn't get shit together got fired.

3) Mike "Priceless"- Notified evenyone the he was leaving out of town and they fucked him royally.

4) My Parents company hired my night bosses husband. yes I have skills.

5) Out best cook no longer worrks for us.

That has been since last Saturday... Back to the story


A new day rose and peace lived on. Or so we thought. Fate threw one last deluge of business our way. The Earth shook in fear of what was happening. my co-workers fought long and hard and now we survived all that can be thrown at us.


No really Sunday was hell. I was woken up to a call for me to come in early. I am on the 8th straight days and I have no energy left. But I do it anyways, not because I don't want to; but because if I didn't what I didn't get done,didn't get done. Now I am on a day off and I have to go back tomorrow for a double shift.

Sadly I have to be there in less tha n15 hours. help