So last night i was staying over again, fine. Thought I was doing 2.30-10.30 then 6.30-2.30 as always. But nah tommy forgot tell me I was working till 2.30am and I was informed at 9.45 =| heartbroken. But then silence was broken in my tiny cabin by Kim asking me to do 10.30am-2.30am tomorrow. I agreed because turnin down shifts means you don’t get any in winter when you need them most… I’m gonna cry inside tommorow… Probably be in the resteraunt.. Again… Oh and cabins… Sighhhhhh. Oh and I have to work nightshift this week before wickerman. 10-30pm-6.30am. =| I’m gonna be a night owl at wickerman…
Everyone else gets moved around. Me, nah. I love feeding 1000 people at one time.
It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline