Long Week

This week drug on forever. I thought being in school would make time pass. Nope. I’ve lost more time in the day to get things done.

I hate work even more right now. When I’m there, I can’t think of anything but homework. I suck as a cook right now. And I’m probably an even worse boss. We ran almost $2300 on Friday night. That’s an insane amount of money. I was a complete bitch. I was in charge of four teenagers, a senior citizen, and a convict. Blah. Give me a fucking crew that can handle work.

I have Rainman, who stares at costumers and scares little children. No seriously, he stares at them when they are ordering and most of the little kids back away with the “it’s the Boogie Man” face. And then there is Rocket Scientist. He’s my pathological liar. He told me he was a master electrician who made over a hundred dollars an hour. Really now? Well Fucktard, what are you doing at Whataburger? The senior citizen needs to smoke every twenty minutes or she’ll have a nervous break down. And the convict, well lets just say that background checks don’t count for shit around there. She was in jail for three years for robbery. And we are all such winners.

Mom is pretty sick right now. Well not sick, but not good. She has pain shooting up from her feet. Sort of a good thing, I mean at least there is some sensation in her feet. I don’t know why it has to be pain though. She already has enough to deal with. She is going to see another neurosurgeon soon. He told her last year that he might be able to stop the pain in her back. I guess walking is too much to ask for now. Damn my hopes.

I’m so tired. I think I’ll pass out now. My Doll has gone to Shithead’s for the night. He is taking her to church tomorrow. Yippee. Now I’ll have to explain what a hypocrite is. I have no desire for those fuckers to push their beliefs on her. She is a child, isn’t she technically free from all wrong doing for now? And at what point does that free pass end? Oh hell. I don’t care right now. The is not a religious diary. Don’t give me any lectures.

I’m really going to bed now. Talk at y’all later.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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