my secret shame
Um... I just dropped my cigarette in the fryer... what? do you want me to get it out with this?... it's my first day... can I have an onion ring?
[post script: i was digging around on the internets later tonight and I found the tidbit below...]
This is why I am never EVER to be called "Julie." Ever.
posted by Julia @ 10:23 PM
4 Comments:
As your manager, and photographer/documentarian, no. You can't do anything right. Showing up to work high on mescaline ON YOUR FIRST DAY was probably not a good idea. Dropping acid in the walk-in, and then getting locked in there for an hour was probably not a good idea.
What I KNOW is not a good idea is you getting anywhere NEAR the fucking fryers. Get your shit, get the fuck out of here and come back when you're not all krunked up.
Okay? Don't put me in this position. I'm your friend, but I'm also your manager. When you fuck up, it reflects poorly on me. I have a promotion coming up, and I can't have corporate sniffing up my ass about a high employee. We can't have that.
Understand?
See you tomorrow. Wear your smile! And PANTS this time!
Pants are highly overrated.
[Vader voice on]
I find your lack of pants disturbing!
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And what you have corporate put up your ass is between you and them, dude! (not that there's anything wrong with that)
What have you got against fast-pitch softball?
Yeah we're gonna need you back on Friday though in any case. Besides me, you're the only one who knows how to make the BK Fish Supreme and its lent you know. I've got to go to Duane's AA meetin that day.
Actually, when I saw the fast pitched softball part of it all... my heart was warmed.
Julie and I have a shared love of lesbian sports.
I see now that my life is predetermined.
Resistance is futile.
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