I posed for it.
So, my life lately? Been pretty busy, I guess. I have to go to work in less than a hour. That’s right, I said it. Work. I found a job. Ladies and gents, I work at Lil’ Caeser’s. It’s an alright job. I spread the dough on pans and wash dishes. I love it. 6.15 an hour, not so great, but not horrible. Money is money and it’s better than nothing. I’m going to give my parents money every month for text messaging since 90% of my friends text me when they want to hang out with me instead of calling. “Did you get my text?” Everyone and their mom’s knows I can’t receive texts. I also signed up for The Jim so I won’t be fat anymore. Yey! Go me. I think I’m working about 4 or 5 days a week.
I can’t decide if I like my co-workers yet or not. Some are cool, and some just seem a bit fake. I definitely love the assistant manager. If any of you have walked in the store and seen a redheaded dude, that’s him. I just want you to know he’s the coolest dude ever. There’s this one chick there that’s WEIRD AS SHIT. Holy fuck. Weirdest person I’ve ever met. She’s half my size and honest to God, I couldn’t tell if she was a little boy, a little girl, or a little old lady. She talks -3 words per second and she reminds me of Velma from Scooby Doo, so that’s what I call her. (Behind her back.) She was talking to me about Round Table Pizza and how weird it is that her brother always ordered the same pizza everytime they went. “My mother never liked pizza…you know why? Because she doesn’t like cheese…..I like cheese….”
Another time we were working on sheet-outs (spreading the dough on the pan and shit), and she asks me, “Do you like spare change?” I say, “…Is that like…a band or something?”
“No, just change.”
“..Yeah, I guess..”
“In highschool kids would throw away any change that weren’t quarters. I just thought that was so stupid….Don’t you think that’s so stupid?”
“I don’t know, I throw away pennies.”
She was silent. A few hours later she comes up to me and says, “If you’ve ever got any pennies that you want to throw away, feel free to give them to me.”
“Alright, I will.”
Another couple hours later: “You don’t happen to have any pennies on you, now, do you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Oh….you don’t mind me asking you, do you?”
She asked me what grade I was in at one point, so I asked her how old she is.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
I started cracking up when I saw her jump in excitement at the sound of a coin dropping to the floor.