Wow.  Another fun morning.

   I've noticed a strange new pattern emerging in the ways the morning people are acting.  Before, they used to look down at me, usually the youngest, with disdain, like the social elite at a bum convention.  They challenged their age-old experience against my headstrong youthful optimism and they did not like what they saw.  Everywhere I went, I was shunned by this strange breed of worker who never stayed past four o'clock but instead fled to the safety of their homes, assumably to an early bed.  I received strange looks, I was always the last to go on my break, I was always forgotten about.  The only times I communicated were with customers, and even they saw that I stuck out like a sore thumb.

   Things have been getting gradually different, however.  The old people have begun to accept me as one of their own.  Now, I am allowed to participate in their tribal dances and their ancestral god worship.  Where before they'd have nothing but an insult, perhaps striking me across the face and spitting on my feet, now they hug me, kiss me, and love me as if I had gained 25 extra pounds and a head of grey hair.  Before, the only good thing about getting up in the morning was hitting the snooze button.  Now, I love going to work in the mornings.

   Linda, make banana bread, now!
 
 

   On a more serious note, I had pizza for dinner.  Yes, Little Caesar's is having its annual 'Customer Appreciation' days, and are selling pizzas at only 2.99$ a pie (an extra dollar gets you pepperoni).  I contemplated it for a while, thinking about how much everyone would appreciate it, if I plunked down a few extra bucks and brought pizza to everyone for their closing times.

   However, then I remembered Jenn still owed me 15$.  In fact, she's owed me 15$ for three weeks now.  And no less than four times has she said "Just give me 'til XXXX to get it, I promise you'll have your money."

   But like a broke college student, cheated by the University of Delaware and thrown to the streets with nothing but the ripped up shreds of a scholarship, she had no money to offer to me.

   So, tonight, I said it was time for the revenge to start.  It was time for a stern warning to be issued to Miss Jenn.  And I think the anger and hatred of a whole night time closing shift, horrified and appalled at losing free pizza, will turn her former friends into the bitterest enemies, gnashing their teeth and spilling her guts from the back door to the parking lot the moment she shows her face for work.

  At least, that's my plan.  So guys, if you had a hankering for pizza tonight but were denied, blame it on Snorts.