Maybe it was the sinus headache. Maybe it was the feeling that I just had to get my 13-hour day over with. Maybe it was driving in a loop to get to the first job thanks to the Illinois Marathon. Maybe it was the frustration building upon each day that I am in a holding pattern until I done putting the time in to beef up my resume. Whatever the reason, I want to get this day over with and my patience may not be there.
My manager at the retailer let me out 30 minutes early because of how slow the day was. I know the hotel would be sold out the previous night, but slow days elsewhere tend to represent slow days everywhere. Then there are parents to cheap to drive to Bloomington for Chuck E. Cheese.
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The youngsters should know it is never going to get better than tag around an ornamental fireplace. Who needs animatronics and skee-ball? They are never going to see Disney World anyway.
You can blame my OCD, but I do not want to remembered as a slob. When it comes to kids, I am no parent, but they would be my top priority, my primary job. Why would you want to look lousy at your job? If that is not a call for socialism, I do not know what is.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
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