I walk into Gamestop today at 10AM and the first thing I see is vomit on the ground.
That's right kids, vomit.
That's the mop we have to clean the 3x3 feet of tile in the entire store.
I'm glad %75 of the refuse was on tile, unfortunately %20 was still on carpet, and another %5 on the bottom of the UPS ladies shoes/cart.
Luckily years of working with the children has jaded me to this kind of rubbish.
We were so busy all day, I never got a break or anything, I was literally ALWAYS at my register.
A few days ago I bought a package of ground beef just because of this:
The number of the beast.
I tried looking all over this page and I was PRETTY sure I didn't post this picture yet, but seriously check this christmas card I got:
So fucking funny.
Some times I really love parents with senses of humor.
And Pligge's.
This is what I look like when I play the game that wont be spoken of.
This has been a totally random post because I'm purposefully trying to deprive myself before tour (which is in 4 days) during which I will hopefully be posting something daily like I did with the last Convicted tour.
Till then, merry xmas.
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