I went in to his restaurant today after work. Got off hella late so by the time I got in, they were basically just starting service. He was just too busy to call yesterday and too busy to talk today. However, there was another stage that came in after me. Apparently his references are a little iffy though. Still, I've got competition. He said he'll try and contact me tomorrow. The good news is, everyone I know who works there came in to the shop today for sandwiches and said hi. There are 3 Ryans. What the **** with that ****. How does that even work out??? I'm thinking of nicknaming them- Tall Ryan, Dubstep Ryan, BroRyan. Make whatever inferences you will.
In other news, today I had a customer who couldn't remember her name. One customer forgot their credit card. And another customer was still so drunk from the previous night he couldn't place an order... he got a bagel with cream cheese and an extra strong coffee. And a high-five. Also, at the Embarcadero train station- a pretty damn busy station in SF- there's a big ass bulletin advertisement featuring a dude that looks pretty much exactly like me. I wouldn't wear a leather jacket, but if I did I wouldn't wear that one. But yeah, everything else... skateboard, same shades, long curly hair, scruffy beard... I have the exact same flannel. Some dude asked me if that was me on the poster. Nope. Wears your fat tip when you need it? Bitch was about to get ****in MARKED. Coppin' my style like that, the ****in gall of that ad-agency. I should sue them for something. It's getting tagged, aggressively, sooner than later.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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