07.12.02. Paid Day.
Yeah. I woke up. I had to move my car. Because. I guess. I'm the only one who knows how to do it. Then. I went back to sleep. Then. I had to go pick up my tuxedo. Then. I went back home. And. Got ready for work. And. Then. I had work. Some jerk. I'm just gonna call customers that I don't like. Jerks. He was like. Let me see what size bucket the popcorn comes in. And. I told him. It came in a bag. And. I even pointed. But. He was like. Let me see what size bucket. And. I had to reconfirm. That. We don't serve popcorns in buckets. Just bags. Unless. It's the large tub. So. I'm all like. Butter on your popcorn? And. Instead of a yes. Or. No. He looked at me like I was a tard. Like. I had asked him if he wanted cheese on his cheeseburger. Ya know. It was like. Dude. Butter isn't toggled on by default. You jerk. Anyway. He's probably having the same conversation. Like. Man. You wouldn't believe the idiot. }His generic name for concession workers that he doesn't like.{ The idiot at the theaters today. He asked. If I wanted butter on my popcorn. And. I hope. That. Maybe one of the people he's complaining to is like. Well. Most places don't have butter toggled on by default. Like. People who say. Well. At So. And. So. You get to put butter on yourself. Well. Does this look like. So. And. So. Jerk. Oh yeah. And. They had new people today. Not just in concessions. But. At usher position as well. What the blood. Anyway. Allegedly if I voice my disgust for being a concessionist. It allegedly increases my chances of allegedly becoming an usher. Or. Non concessionist position. Allegedly. Ideally. I'd like to be projectionist. But. Box. Is cool too. The thing with usher. Is. I don't wanna get bum rushed. Ya heard. And. Sometimes. I feel like. Things don't happen the way. I want them to. Or. At least they way. I think they should happen. Ya know? Like. It should happen. Not just because. That's what I want to happen. But. That's what logically should happen. Anyway. I've decided. That. From now on. If I don't have anything to write. And. If time allows. I'm going to tell a story. So. That every day. I'll have one page minimum worth of text. Kinda like... Doing daily pushups. Ok. Today's story. I'm gonna talk about. Good times at Tech. One time at Tech. My roommate. Moke. Richelle. And. I. Played Monopoly. The first time we played it was fun. But. Then. We learned the }rules.{ And. It got... A bit more challenging. Ya know. Then. There were alliances. And. Such. And. That made the game. More difficulter. Let's see. Then. There was the time. When we used to play Madden 2k2. And. Being the stubborn person I am. Well... Ambitious. I kept playing. Even though. Moke was levels above me. And. I must say. At my Madden prime. I'd definitely beat the beginner me. And. I don't see anything wrong really with wanting to keep on playing a game. And. Even if you lose. The only way you can go is up. Ya know. And. Ralf said. We weren't progressing. But. I think I was. Let's see. Then. There was the time. There were fireworks. That was good stuff. And. Then. The time. I was at a party. And. A fight broke out. And. I held Richelle really tight. It's not like I coulda protected her. Exactly. But. Ya know. I felt like I could. Then. There's the Walmart runs. One Walmart run. I was with. Hall. And. Richelle. And. We had to wait for. Hall's friend. But. It was raining. So. We got wet. And. At Tech. I remember all the fire drills. I miss Tech. And. It's all my fault. Well. There's that one page limit thing. I'm out like a fat chick in dodge ball. One more thing. Today was Paid Day. I wish. That... They didn't take my money away. But. At least I earned a lot more this time. So. Yep. I guess I am gonna buy DDR. And. Weight gainer. But. Basically. Time to save for. Contact lenses. And. More importantly. Rent.
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