trashcanjack

This sucks. I don't know if this is fun for me anymore, this job. Shit, I've been in a crappy mood for almost 7 hours now. It sucks. Really, truly sucks. I was thinking on how long I've been standing at the fucking hostess desk....shit, since last february. Since before TJ was fucking hired! Now, I'm still a host with slightly expanded duties like taking the bar par list, and light exchanges of shifts on the schedule. Great, apparently I'm fucking that up, too...

I almost cried today. On the job. I got sooooo irritated with everything that was going on that I couldn't think straight. Even a hug from the one and only did little to help, if you can believe that. I paste a smile on my mug every time I see her, but today was totally different. Depressed, angry and pissed off.

I even apologized ahead of time if I acted like a cock.

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Ok, I'm dying now...hilarious.
She raps on my window and smiles and spreads her chest up against it...it's my favorite thing she does, I think it's hilarious. She then moves to lean over and offer up some cleavage, making like she wants to pull out a boob. She asks if there are any cameras. There aren't. She looks left and right to see if anyone's around and pulls out her amazing brownish nipple and pushes it against the window. I lose it. I'm cracking up. She cracks up harder...

Thiiiiiiissssss is what I needed to cheer me up. A little nipplage.