So today at work was awesome. It was slow most of te day, then around 6 it got really busy. Like 10 orders non-stop. Stressful. After it slowed down a bit, at around 7, my manager asked if I was ready to go home. I told her I could stay, since I would be leaving at 8. She told me there were too many people working, and I was the first choice to leave early. Apparently I am doing a really good job for being there only 4 days. My managers all like me, which is a welcomed change. I bought 2 McFlurries and a Fudge sundae for $2.70. How pimp am I? Very pimp. Very. And my friend Karis and I are gonna hang out later tonight, or as soon as she gets to mi casa.
So I'm about to leave then.
Deuce.
