Okay, so I refrained, once again, from killing the dirty skanky ugly ho-bitch Vanessa and her psycho pseudo-twin/roomate who also works there. Barely though. If a shanking device would have been within reach, who knows what might have happened. Other than her, I'm really loving this new job. I *like* that I don't get any time to do nothing. I *like* that my feet are swollen to the size of beachballs. It's great times all around. Anyway, last night went sooooooo much better than saturday night *shudder*. Of course I still think Vanessa should die, but hey, that's just part of the job. And hopefully I won't be working with her *that* often. Okay, so for people who still want to think of me as perfect, I'm cutting out the after hours party. For those of you that want to know just how that went, go
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