Update:
So, I decided to go out with George. He knows it. We have each other's numbers. The ball is in his court now. It is up to him to officially ask me out...if he can get up the nerve. Haha. By the way, I only agreed to one date. I told him that I'd see past that event.
I have the 2 days off of work. I do have some plans for those days but I might be able to squeeze him in...if he calls me.
There is one major thing I do not like about this guy. He (recreationally) smokes weed. I know there are probably people reading this that are for OR against marijuana. I'll go on the record and say that I'm against it. I will not argue with anyone about the issue though. We will not be able to change each others' minds so it would be a waste of time. Blunt enough for you yet? Haha.
I helped one of my managers move the other day. I had worked the night before and hadn't gone to bed yet. Then, I had to work the day I helped her move as well. That being said, I was one irritable girl at work! Haha. I was also dead on my feet. I was so tired I could have slept standing up...and almost did a few times. Then, I invested in a huge cup of Turbo Coffee. That is what BK calls coffee that can make you do cartwheels...just because. You are THAT awake. The symbol for it on the coffee cup lids is literally a wide eyed one. I was so tired that it merely made me less socially hostile though. Haha. To top off my level of crankiness, my allergies attacked me all at once. Thus, I was sick and tired...and doubly cranky due to it. I'm a terrible patient to begin with. Hehe.
George and Patrice (my manager) came in to get food that night. He actually spilled a 42 ounce cup of VERY blue and VERY sticky Powerade when he got ready to leave. He was lucky I didn't jump over the counter and strangle him. It was not a good night at work that night. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. His spill was just the topping on the cake. The ironic twist is that Beth, my manager on duty, had JUST finished commenting on how things were going to get better. Those were her famous last words. Not even 30 seconds had passed after her comment when he spilled his drink. I could have killed him. Haha.
I have gotten plenty of sleep since that night. I slept nearly 22 hours the next day, in fact. I had the day off so it was all good. 
Anyway. I will talk to all of you later. Bye for now.--Your local sleep-deprived crazy lady, Robyn
|
Loading...