So. Yea. Me. And. The manager at my job. Are coo. It's like. I'm his right hand man. Because. We both go through the daily triumphs. And. Tribulations. When. Other people come. They only get to see the sugar coated side. Ya know. But. Yeah. It was coo. We're always on the same. Wavelength thing. And. That makes working not so bad. Like. Today. He told this lady. }My day isn't complete unless I get a visit from you.{ And. She was all like. }I bet you say that to all the girls.{ And. I guess my game isn't rusty after all. Because. I said. }Only the pretty ones.{ And. It was weird. Because. He said it too. At. The same time too. Ya know? So. Working isn't like working. It's more like... Hanging out. And. Getting paid. What a great crappy weather day today was. Also. I played that beachhead game again. I rocked in it. It was so cool. Oh yeah. And. Another lady came. She was talking about a sale at Hechts. So. To make conversation. And. Find out where good cheap stuff is. I say. What department. And. She says. Oh. I work in. Lingerie. But. Yeah. Other stuff was on sale too. What else... Oh yeah. I was supposed to get these shoes tommorow. Because. Of that hookup I talked about. Check it mayn. Something happened. And. My manager ended up getting them for me. Or. Something. And. Dude. You'll never guess the price he paid. Nope. Not 70. Not 60. Not 50. Not 40. Not even 30. I know I know. Hard to believe. But. I got my shoes for. 23.50. Ya heard! Tell me that's not ridiculous. I doubt I will ever again. In my life. Find a pair of shoes that sweet. For that cheap. It's true. Oh yeah. I gotta go record Friends. Not because Richelle told me to either... Because. I want to. And. I'm not gonna watch it. So I can watch it with her. Not rusty at all.
Mr Fasa 2002.
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