Monday, December 25, 2006

Get that corn out my face!

Check out my new widget.
I don't know what a "widget" is but the word intrigued and/or seduced me.
Might as well dress up the blog to make up for a lack of substance... and all that implies.

I had to work this morning and it was unbelievably lame.
Not only that, but I had a huge line from the moment the doors opened at 11 am to the moment I left seven hours later.
Why weren't people at home opening presents or being with their families?!
Because of them, I had to work on Christmas morning.
Well... because of them and because of the lovely folk at Dreamworks for putting out a non-exciting picture on Christmas day.
However! Pity is a powerful thing and I received enough tips to go out to lunch this week without breaking out the ATM card and a random customer thanked me for working on the holidays by giving me a Starbucks gift card, plus time and a half for working on a major holiday.
Ah, greed.

So, the question on everybody's mind is:
Would I be willing to pay $31/month for this lovely piece of wood and silver?
The answer is:
Yes, I'd be willing. In fact, I'll offer the first month's payment right now from the tips I made this afternoon but with a job like mine there is no room for me to give up that amount of money a month.

It's time to start the tedious task of looking for a new job.
I've worked Christmas eve, Christmas morning, Thanksgiving, Halloween (not that I was completely depressed about that one...), have never willingly been given a weekend off and am forced to serve terrible and over-priced coffee without a Starbucks label slapped on the side of the cup.
Plus, I'm never going to get that Clarinet.

3 comments:

Fruit Nut said...

Im sorry pookey. . .ebay.
Happy Christmas english style. Give me a ringading

Boxy Brown said...

Urgh, a ringading when I'm not working! Every single day since the 23rd. What do they think I am?
I randomly started looking at two-bedroom apartments. It made me so excited, you need to get out here RIGHT NOW!
I am not joking.

Miss Bliss said...

HA. Those crazy Brits also say, "Come knock me up!" And they aren't referring to getting preggers!

Silly Brit. Trix are for kids!