gahdahm this holy grail stuff is gooooooood if you wanna get drunk quickly

(Or at least very buzzed. Shit, and I still need to take the trash out!)

JMac:

Tucked between your chin and shoulder or not — if you’re making pizzas and talking on the cell phone (which you should never do because it’s just another way to mark yourself as an incredibly self-important douche who, by the way, no one can stand), whenever your hand actually touches your cell phone, you need to wash your hands because the average cell phone is as dirty as the average dollar bill.

It’s called being hygienic.

You work in a restaraunt.

You should know better.

(Not, mind you, that I’m surprised that you don’t. Really, I’m often surprised you flush the toilet behind you, and I wouldn’t be surprised to learn you don’t wash your hands in the bathroom.)

(I stress over the stupidest things. The pizza is going to go through a five-hundred degree oven. What germs are going to live through that? And yet it still pisses me off.)

(I really wish I could say that this post was directed at one and only one individual. I wish I could, because it would mean that many of my coworkers are not completely retarded and stupid self-important twats, who are all only a stupid hobby away from being clones of each other.)

Courtesy of G-Chat:

me: today feels like sunday.
geisha: yea it is sunday
me: it’s saturday.
oh shit.
it is sunday.
duh!
geisha: christ jeff

My response was: “No silly, today is Saturday!”

And then I was like, “Oh. Wait. Yesterday was Saturday.”

Fantastic! You know what this means, don’t you?

(A New Best Buy circular!)

The girl I’ve been alternating Saturday day-shifts with dropped the bombshell: she’s also going back to school in the fall, and leaving the shop, which means I’ve got exclusive claim to the second best day shift of the week effective the week after next (I’ve already got exclusive claim to the first best day shift of the week: football Sundays).

The way it’s worked — alternating, I mean — is that she works open one week, and I work five to late that same week. The following week, she’s off and I work open to rush. The next week, she’d open and I’d be back to five to late. Working it full-time open means more weekly hours, and once the weather starts getting colder and the leaves change color, a bit more cash, too — weekend day shifts can be regular steady, if not all out busy (the busier, the better!)

I’ve learned, however, that another driver is also eying the shift, and might try to make a claim for it, possibly wanting to work the same alternating schedule me and this chick were doing.

Nothing happening!

Back in May or June, the chick I’ve been alternating with was planning on leaving the shop altogether. I asked for the shift, and was promised it exclusively. Then she was forced — for reasons of financial security — to continue to need some extra income, so she and I worked out the alternating Saturday schedule.

But the point is, the shift is mine, and I don’t have to alternate anymore if I don’t want to.