I opened the bar at Job #1 this morning and The Buckeye was teaching a training class for the new hires in the adjacent room. Listening to him was nauseating.
"It’s strictly enforced that we only serve kids meals to people 12 and under. Ladies, you’ll know what I’m talking about…*in a high voice* ‘I’m not that hungry, can I just have the kids chicken strips?’ All you say is 'Sorry ma'am, but it’s for 12 and under.“
First of all, men do that too. Second of all, who gives a shit if an adult wants to order a kids meal? Let ‘em. It saves you a lot less fuss. But The Buckeye likes to follow the rules, which is why he’s great for corporate and I am not. He totally reminds me of Christian Laettner, minus the talent.
Seeing the new class is also nauseating. Not only are they a lame bunch (I’m sure The Georgian will like one of the bimbo sluts, though, she’s totally the type who’ll let him smell the toilet seat after she’s done 2'ing), but it reminds me of when I was first started eight years ago…Eight years ago! And look at me, I’m still just a bimbo slut with the rest of them. I really need to rid myself of this job, but I kind of want to make it until August to save money for the wedding in Utah, which The Buckeye will also be attending as the best man. Can I do it?