November 06, 2010 10:38PM
Brutal Saturdays
Holy crap I'm inches away from dying I think. I only took six advil cold and sinus this shift to get through feeling good. No headache, but I sure didn't care about being at work for 13 hours. The entire day was set up to fail, but Andy and myself pretty much were responsible for making it not fail, and it was simply at a sacrifice of our sanity.
It was only Andy and myself in until 2pm, when Jeff and Rich got there, we had two breakfasts, breakfast in the hotel, breakfast in the cafe and then we had to get lunch set up for the Cafe. After that, we had a wedding of 84 to get ready and the night time Cafe buffet, plus all the other stupid horseshit that goes along with the normal Saturday.
I'm tired. Really tired. Gonna relax and watch Friday night's Jimmy Fallon, and probably head to be pretty quickly. Clocks go back tonight so I get an hour extra sleep. wooo.
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Timeline
- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
- Michelle was my Roommate
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