  Okay, 3 days, 13 hours a day... how can it get possibly worst I wonder... well shit let's just add another day... I'm working tomorrow, man fuck me. But I made good money this weekend, and will probably be tomorrow, I'm almost have enough to buy a brand spanking new computer, which is something I've been really looking foward to. I nice small form factor PC with a LCD... oh baby... Okay, yesterday, everyone was fucking ass tired, hung over out of their minds, and some ass-wipe mangemant guy called Bob Villa (go figure), he's white, fucking cracker, decides to have a mock evaluation on everyone. I mean, could you pick a worse day? So this guy, stands right behind me, like some sort of homosexual pedophile, breathing down my neck while checking away things on his clipboard. The worst part is, when I wasn't doing something properly or was mis-handling a customer (which I did tonnes of, because I was half-awake, and my vision was so impaired... the whole day, I was like in a slow-motion movie, or a very very laggy CS match.
Damn those low frame rates! ) okay so anyway when I was screwing up, the guy would make his big checkmarks audible, like he would make a big gigantic mark on his sheet just so I would hear, or he would snicker. That mother fucker. I swear to god I would have fucking turned around and stabbed his white ass with my butcher's knife if I was a little more hung over and little more insane.
I was told later by some other manger's that I scored pretty badly, I told him he could just suck my mother fucking cock and he just laughed. Meh need to sleep... I got a new pillow, comforter and bed sheets... that's one thing off my list now... woo... time to order my Jansport bag.. 
