more work and more...work...

i was scheduled to go in at 6, but Chris didn't show up so they asked me to come in early...when asked, i slept a little longer then got ready and was there at 5...it was super-busy once again, as predicted...and it didn't let up a bit 'til right about midnight...up 'til then the screen was constantly full of orders...and as i was the only rush driver (w/ Chris not showing up and all) i had to stay...and i was there 'til the end...i left right about 3am...but in a way, that was kind've cool...the money of a closing shift w/out staying afterwards and doing the extra work...(and, once again, there was a ton of dishes...) though i was kind've hoping for some sliver of a weekend...oh well...(i wasn't even scheduled 12-2...) but i did make more money than last night...tonight i walked away w/ $139...and i do have one little story...on one of my earliest runs, i delievered some food to a house on N Parkway...i parked my car on the street (i'll mention now that it was raining all night...) and as i was walking back to it, i saw a car slamming on its breaks because it was in the lane occupied by my car...another car right behind it slammed into that car...as i'm seeing this happen, of course i'm thinking "oh shit, they're gonna hit my car...turn to the side...turn to the side..." and the car in front swerved around to the side missing my car...phew! the pulled over and looked, i don't think any of the cars were really damaged and they drove off...i think they were together...but i quicky hurried into my car and drove away...not that it was any fault of mine...it's legal to park there so long it's not durring weekday rush hour...one more story...this is one i forgot from last night...i delivered to this guy at the Ramada Inn, and i also happened to take his order on the phone...the first part at least...he was REALLY fucking drunk...at first i seriously thought he might have been retarded...so i'm taking his order and he orders a pizza (an all meat or a supreme...) and asks me what's on it...i tell him...then like a minute later he asks me again...i'm not sure if he's fucking w/ me or what (it turns out it was due to how completely drunk he was...) and at first i'm like "i just told you what's on it..." he asked to speak to my surpervisor...saying something about me having a bad attitude or something...but anyway, i ended up delivering the food...(his order was for like $41...) the bastard ends up tipping me like $2...fucker...and the thing is, he handed me an extra twenty at first...he was too drunk to notice...i could have kept it...but i gave it back...(this was after he asked me how much it was like 5 times...) maybe i should have kept it...oh well...i guess i'm just too nice/ethical or whatever...he's still a bastard...well, as my hopes for kicking it w/ some pals tonight were dashed, i think i may watch a few Pavement videos alone before i hit the hay...

mad libs and more stupid fun...or something...

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