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Ok, so here's what happened.

I get up all fucked up over at SexyBeast and urblueyegirl's this mornin' and get ready and somewhat right myself after the drunken debouchery that went on the night before. I get my work clothes, get dressed, splash some water in my face and get my hair looking not so rediculous. There's this weird red mark on my face that I can't at all explain. I say, "Fuck it, whatever." and go about my merry way. I say my goodbyes and venture on off to work.

This was at 5:45 in the morning.

I get to work a half hour early and take a quick nap in my car.

It was wonderful.

That is until I realize that I had passed out and wake up in a blind panic. My phone is buzzing, I franticly reach for it to answer and there I see..

ALARM!!!
7:01 am

I fly outta my car and rocket towards the rear of the building. I rush through the door and clock myself in. The time reads:

IN: 6:57AM

I do a little happy dance.

The day at work procedes to get rediculously busy, to the point where the gal that's training me has to go host for the afternoon rush. I was left alone to work the register myself. This was both awesome and fucked. Mainly cause I was just still getting into the routene of what I have to do in this job and how to do it without knowing fully how but, it was good practice. Answering the phones was the worst part, cause I couldn't just take orders, but I had to patch it in to the deli (which I was in) and turn 90 degrees to tell the deli guys, "Deli, line whatever."

Also, some of the times I really coulden't fully understand what some of the people were saying, they would just grunt. I just patch 'em in to the deli.

I also have to deal with changing out some of the waitress' tickets. However, when/if I was faced with this task, I would have to keep the ticket open, and have the money sitting under the counter for that particular server to pick it up.

I had to do this about 15 times today. It was nerve racking haveing all those tickets out just chillin' underneath the counter. Plus coupled with the fact that one of the servers was fully convinced that I had lost one of his tickets.

Turned out that the manager had it the entire time. He appologised though, he's a pretty cool guy actually.

It takes a million years to get outta work cause there's a problem in the books, my til's over by like 60 bucks. It turns out that I fucked up and had a superfolus recept chillin in the pile. I feel like a total dumbass. It gets even worse when neither of us can work the adding machine properly. It was bad.

But finally I was free.

Or so I thought.

I had locked my keys in my car.




Yeah.

On the bright side, it gave me the opportunity to test out that little "update by sending a text message" feature that we have here. I do this after I can't reach anyone else on my phone.

So I saunter on over to Jason's car lot and see if he could help me out with some equipment. When I get there I get recruted to go pick up a couple of cars in the valley. He's got a kit he can hook me up with when we get back.

We venture on up and get the cars, I get this sport utility wagon thing. The original plan was that I was gonna follow these two guys to a gas station and fill em up. However, I get cut off by this chick in a red Cadillac (you can almost smell the irony!) and get left behind. I say fuck it and head back to the freeway, back towards the shop.

The traffic was horendous, also the low fuel light was on about half the way.

And I had to pee, really, really bad.

But I get there.

Then Chuy (my roommate) and I try breaking in to my car. We are soooooo unsucsessful.

I got an interesting phone call during this time, you should talk to NoFi, it was awesome.

I get off the phone so I can concentrait better at the task at hand, and still, no.

We're about to say, "Fuck it" and go back to the apartment when a AAA driver comes and helps us out. We toss him a few bucks for gratitude. We were almost laughing when he showed up. I think Chuy's gonna be a fun roommate.

For real.