Raccoon
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Before I tell you my day.. I must warn you that you will probably be scarred for life.. literally. It seemed like any other Friday; I woke up at 2:45pm to find a 'clean your room' note on my kitchen table. Thanks mother. Being Friday, I remember that it was payday for me and I was getting a nice chunk of change. I put on my new, white, $50.00 Kappa jacket and got on my bike. I rode it carefree to my place of work (a family resteraunt with a 'camping/wildlife' theme) and went to get my cheque from the day manager. I said hello to my co-worker and glanced at my hours for next week. Vacation time.. oh yeaaaa.. 8^). I looked down at my jacket. OMFG!! Little splashes of dirt had gotten on it! LIKE WTF?! I looked like an idiot.. 3 little black dots on my Kappa jacket. I told you you'd be scarred.. and that is just the beginning. I went and got my cheque. Taking it from the day manager's hands I looked proudly down at it. $145.64. WTF?! That is ****ing crap compared to some of my other cheques. I walked out of the back room with a dirty jacket and a slip of paper with a pathetic number on it. The co-worker that I said hello to motioned to me. I had loaned him my gram of .. happy stuff.. the night before and he had to repay me with a gram of his own happy stuff. He handed me the bag and I smelled it. It didn't smell as 'happy' as my stuff.. was he trying to jerk me around?! LIKE WTF?! Then I said happy stuff is happy stuff and left the resteraunt. I had wanted to go into the mall and get a new hat because I lost all mine, but with my jacket dilemma.. I couldn't put myself through it. I went to the bank and deposited my cheques (I hadn't cashed the previous paydays one). Even though the name on the cheques was spelled wrong (****ing resteraunt!) the bank still took them. I went home and as soon as I got in the door my dad starts bitching at me that I didn't go to a grocery store to hand in my application (I am quitting the resteraunt gig Aug. 31st). Who the hell does he think he is?! I hate when parents are like that. I shrugged it off and went down to talk to people on MSN. Woopy! None of my close friends are on. Oh yea.. that is right. They went camping!* Blech.. thankfully a bit later one of my friends signed on that didn't go and said that we should go hang out at this chicks house and watch movies. I was kind of friends with her so I said why not. She had a couple hot friends too.. score (haha). Now.. you may be thinking "Why is this bad? Is Raccoon gay?!?" and I would respond that I'm not gay and the situation is great.. but we had to watch Shrek 2! Gahhhh.Oh and Danielle hit her head on the floor but that was funny.
How was your Friday the 13th? As bad as mine?!
*I couldn't go for unavoidable reasons.
[color=00980B]Raccoon[/color]
How was your Friday the 13th? As bad as mine?!
*I couldn't go for unavoidable reasons.
[color=00980B]Raccoon[/color]