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Cheap ass Bastards, and other problems with my day.
So around 8:30pm Saturday, my night goes to hell with the breakdown of a projector, and bunches of people screaming at me that they demand refunds now now now and should be compensated for thier time (they already got a full refund plus a pass to return). It just seems like they could be fucking gracious.
Although until that point, my day went rather well, and I'll probably start doing this Saturday double-shift thing more often.
But now I'm home with H, having skedaddled all the guests out of here by 2am. I drank a whole bottle of Cranberry merlot by myself, I can't beleive I drank so much. That is not like me at all, but I feel pretty good.
And after work, I'm looking forward to watching the Oscars, after Sunday Night FOX, of course...
Although until that point, my day went rather well, and I'll probably start doing this Saturday double-shift thing more often.
But now I'm home with H, having skedaddled all the guests out of here by 2am. I drank a whole bottle of Cranberry merlot by myself, I can't beleive I drank so much. That is not like me at all, but I feel pretty good.
And after work, I'm looking forward to watching the Oscars, after Sunday Night FOX, of course...