Last night I spent the night at Jaime's house watching Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory.
After doing a whole lot of nothing all morning, I went into work at around 4. My boss (Mr. Ted Sellars- Bruce Springstein fanatic) greeted me and gave me my assigned work. While he was giving me the millionth lecture on how to properly pull product forward, I happened to let out a good yawn. He looked me straight in the eyes and said to me "looks like somebody's got a bad case of the monday's"
"Hey Ted... Shut up"
Upon returning to my homestead, I was instantly punched in the nutsack by Adam.
However, there was also a nice arrangement of chicken and onion rings set out for me on the kitchen counter.
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