The only that makes sense anymore...

Worked 9ine hours today! It's gonna be that way everyday, six day's a week. But I'm enjoying it. Fast food jobs, you learn to love it. The people you work with well... Their alright. Really working the kitchen at a restraunt is like hopping on a plain, talking to about 20 people; & all of a sudden you all decide you want to live together.

Maybe it's just me? Or maybe it's just them; but most the ppeople I work with tell me things that I would keep personal. On that note, you give me a burden to bear; I'll give you a hug!