Originally Posted by The Batlord

Today I had a 6am-9am shift at work. When I first saw the schedule I was like wtf why should I even get out of bed for this? But as the day approached I warmed to the idea of an easy day followed by a long bout of day drinking. So 8am comes around, and I can taste the beer, but then my manager walks up and tells me that TWO people have called out, both people who work my position, and so now he needs me to work till 2pm.

I can do an 8-hour shift. But holy **** did I not want to do one on an hour's notice. After a while of hating everything I settled into a groove and it was alright I guess. But **** that, **** this, **** all of those as well. And we were busy. And hella short-handed. But at least I was working with a bantering crew so it wasn't just a mind-numbing slog.

At least I got 5 extra hours that are now over and I don't have to go back till 9am tomorrow. SO MALT LIQUOR ALL DAY ERRY DAY!!!



You're ****ing gross.