Sunday, August 28, 2011

Day 183: Worst Night of work ever. I hate Sundays at Extras

So tonight sucked. There was a nonstop line and I barely had enough time to breathe let alone put stupid hotdogs on the grill and I didn't need everyone and their brother giving me the third degree over not having hot dogs ready. I HAVE HAD TO PISS FOR THE PAST HOUR. I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD TIME TO THINK ONE DAMN THOUGHT LET ALONE DO ANYTHING ELSE AND I'M JUST. TRYING. TO. MAKE. YOU. HAPPY.

Sometimes I don't get paid enough for the bullshit I have to deal with.

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