Seriously, dude, I'm sorry if your wife was butchered by Charles Manson, but a movie with naked five year old boys and naked eighty year old women is NOT the way to tribute her memory.
So I was scheduled to work three hours this weekend. Three hours turned into seventeen. When I arrived, I found out about a six hour shift I could take that night. So I did. Then this really annoying girl named Shirley asked me if I could work an extra hour for her, which I agreed to. I need the money, but damn, she really pisses me off sometimes. She's always trying to ditch her work on other people, be it an entire shift, or minor things like pouring dirnks. I swear if she says "Joeeeeey... are you busy?" one more time...
Also, please don't go to McDonalds drunk. We had some idiot come in, who could not possibly be that much of a loudmouth asshole without some kind of influence. He started "Hey man, what can I get for a buck twenty?" "Um... an ice cream? Pie?" "No, I mean burgers, something with meat" "Uh..." (I try to work out the tax on a hamburger in my head) "Come on your fucking employee, THINK!" "No, a hamburger is a $1.25. "Dammit! I'm five cents short!" "Here, here, I have some change under the till. We'll take that." So I give him his burger, not before throwing the change at me, spouting random gibberish like "McDonalds, Eat Fresh!" (slogan to Subway, if you don't know) and yanks the bag from my hand when I gave it to him.
Now I need to go watch some Homestarrunner.