Not Another Day

Thursday night was my first night back in the work force. I forgot how it felt to break my back over things that mean very little to me. For instance, making sure that every single jelly munchkin is filled with jelly. I have to do that one by one and the repetitiveness of it drives me insane. As far as making first impressions go, I certainly made a unique one. My shift was started at 10pm and I was already tired because I had spent the previous night drinking and keeping Australia from invading into Asia. I spent my Thursday mostly hungover.

I showed up and the front of the store was closed down so I had to go around the back. I had to rest of my paper work with me and it was raining so I concealed it underneath my shirt. What I didn't know is that no one had informed anyone that I was starting that night. I also hadn't been given a uniform yet so I showed up in street clothes. Here I am, lazily walking up to the back room of the store, something hidden underneath my shirt at 10pm on a rainy night and no one has any idea who I am. Naturally, the first person to see me thinks I'm robbing the place.

His reaction was something to this extent, "Oh shit! Listen, man. Take whatever you want. I'll even help you. Just let me hold $200 and let me tell the cops you made me eat some of these donuts. But don't given the money here. They've got cameras. I'll meet you around the corner."

So like I said, a unique first impression. The job can be fun but sucky at the same time. Fun to decorate donuts. Sucky to clean the oven.

"You must lash out with every limb, like the octopus who plays the drums."