fuck this serving thing. ive decided i wanna be a concierge.
whats better than finding things all day and getting paid? if anything it's certainly better than waiting on jackasses. so tomorrow i start calling hotels and whoring out my bilingual, customer service saturated self. haha.
my sister left this morning, that made me sad. but at least my sweetheart is still here keeping my company and loved.
and i cant seem to GET AWAY FROM USHER. that son of a bitch eats at my restaurant ANDDDD comes to six flags ON THE DAY I WENT and HOGS THE RIDES.
whatever. he's a douchebag mama's boy.
isnt it funny who ends up being famous?
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We rode the Dahlonega Mine Train, ya know, the kiddie coaster. And this lady had one of those ride pass things, that didn't work on that ride, and doesn't allow you to pick your seat anyways. This was the slowest line I'd been in all day, and for a fluke ride anyways, so if I'm mad, you know twigtech is. So he makes his opinions known that it isn't right that we have to wait another 10 minutes because she doesn't know how to use her pass.
When we get out of the ride, here comes her husband, and he claims I'M the one that said everything. He calls security over and tells them he's a police officer from out of state and I harassed his wife and should be thrown out of the park. I'm all wtf, who is this guy.
So they take my "name" and "address" and let me move on. I put on my best southern drawl and told them that I was from Raleigh
Seriously, if you can come out on a Wednesday or Thursday night, let me know-those are the best nights for dancing. Hopefully this rain will be over soon so we can frolic.