Back from paintball Saturday.  And working wasn't fun since I was injured.

   12 to close. Started only 'til seven but Jenn asked me if I loved her enough to work for her.  Apparently, I did.  Whatever she was doing better be important.  Remember, you owe me 10 more dollars if you don't pay me by Wednesday.  And I will start Operation Blackmail.

   FYI, someone remarked that Jenn was probably having lesbian sex with Colleen.  I swear, if she left me to close to do something so trivial, I'll be angry.
 

   In other news, Sunshine has cleared up a few things that we all have been having some trouble with lately.

   First off, Scottie is not God.  I couldn't be sure before, so thanx for clearing that up.  Still, that brings up more questions.  So who created me if Scottie's not God?


   Secondly, it appears that everything is Nick's fault.  Everything.

   Finally, Sunshine's biggest surprise for the night was that when front counter closes, it's the perfect time for Nick to go on break.

   Don't be too angry at me, Sunshine.  You're my favorite.
 

    Now, what makes tonight fun?  I love it when those fryers don't work.  Tonight, they decided not to just fill slowly, but also to completely stop.  Yes, you heard me right, they didn't fill.  I fear Linda's reaction.

   Well, I'm working another double tomorrow, so I won't go into details as to why I loved today.  Except one more thing.  Charlie, leave me alone!  I put up a disclaimer!  Stop threatening to ruin my car.  If it bothers you so much, make a webpage about me.