ihavebeenfloated

So it begins, the people from my past searching through the archives of my site to dig up mentions of them, very nice. I wonder if they realize I can monitor and see everything they search for… Spooky! I can see you…

Work was good. I left to go pick up food for everyone sometime around three in the morning. I drove to Jack in the Box which is supposed to be 24 hours / 7 days a week. It wasn’t. It was closed, for the fourth time so far that we’ve tried to get food. I’m going to call the complaint line and file a complaint against that franchise location because, quite frankly, that’s inexcusable. Especially when, in the past, we’ve called and asked, “So, drivethru is open right now, right?” And they’ve replied, “Well, duh, we’re open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week!” Fucking liars.

I didn’t have my cellphone or the number of the hospital on me, so no pay phone either, so I drove the ten minutes all the way back to work, got orders for McDonalds, and drove all the way to McDonalds on the other side of Del Mar.

“So, I’d like two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, just the sandwiches… But, NO BACON. Got two vegetarians here and they’ll be slightly angry if there is bacon on those.”

“So you want two number twos?”

“No, I just want the sandwiches.”

“OK, one second…”

“So you wanted no bacon on those number twos?”

“No bacon, but I just want the sandwiches, no combo.”

“OK, one second…” (insert long pause) “OK, anything else?”

“Yes, I’d like three apple pies.”

“Apple pies are two for one dollar.”

“OK, fine, four apple pies.”

“Ok, one second…” (another long pause) “Anything else?”

“Yes, I’d like a sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle.”

“You want a number one?”

“Uh, no… Can I just drive up to the window and talk to you face and face, might make this easier?”

“Is that all for your order?”

“No, actually, there’s a lot more left in my order, but what I’m asking is can I drive up to the window and talk to you directly as that might make communicating easier.”

“Uhm, one second…”

(insert very long pause)

“Sorry, sir, that guy was new, uh, can you repeat your order?”

I almost sent my fucking hand through the goddamn drivethru speaker box. Luckily, twenty minutes later when I finally got my goddamn order, nothing was fucked up, really, except they gave me a plain sausage mcgriddle instead of one with egg and cheese, but I gave the one that came with egg and cheese to CH and ate the plain one myself, because I’m just such a nice guy.

I had the business office reimburse me for the $19 that the meal cost, so I was out nothing really, except for the goddamn hour of my life it took for me to get the food for everyone. But, hey, I got paid regular wage for that hour so it’s OK.

RW lent me a copy of Steve Martin’s Shopgirl to read, so I’m pretty happy about that.

Have to go do laundry and shit. Bah.

Now the real question for this paycheck is… do I buy Proactiv face cleansing stuff, or do I save up money and buy a Nintendo DS when it comes out? Oh, the choices. I am not going to eat any fast food this pay period, I’m putting my foot down, no more crap for me, it’s too much cheaper and tastes a lot better to buy cheap things from the store, I swear.