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So, I was wondering what on earth I could post about today, to try and keep my 'Hey, I can post once a day at least, I swear' theme going, and then I figured I could talk about work. *laughs*
Bad news first:
This happened on the shift before me, so I was not there. But there's like, a trailer park right next to my work, and apparently, there was a fight over there. Man #1 had a girlfriend, and discovered that said gf was cheating on him with Man #2. I'm not sure which one it was, but one of them got shot and preceeded to die in surgury. It was all really horrible.
ETA: The lover killed the boyfriend. That's so fucking lame.
On the other hand, now that that unpleasant story is taken care of, I will say this.
Note to Self: Don't ever, ever take a caffiene pill again.
You'd figure I'd learn after my fiasco with the 60 oz of capuccino, but apparently not. Especially if I can jabber on nonstop for two-and-a-half hours to my coworker about everything from my trip to England to 'omg i love Harry Potter liek yay and slytherin rocks' speech, and the 'oh, you haven't seen my KEYCHAINS, have you? So I shall take the entire mass out, show them all to you, and give you the story behind each and every one of them!'
Someone should put me out of my misery.
However, it was not as bad as the time where I drank 3 Mountain Dew Amps and half of a Red Bull.
Bad news first:
This happened on the shift before me, so I was not there. But there's like, a trailer park right next to my work, and apparently, there was a fight over there. Man #1 had a girlfriend, and discovered that said gf was cheating on him with Man #2. I'm not sure which one it was, but one of them got shot and preceeded to die in surgury. It was all really horrible.
ETA: The lover killed the boyfriend. That's so fucking lame.
On the other hand, now that that unpleasant story is taken care of, I will say this.
Note to Self: Don't ever, ever take a caffiene pill again.
You'd figure I'd learn after my fiasco with the 60 oz of capuccino, but apparently not. Especially if I can jabber on nonstop for two-and-a-half hours to my coworker about everything from my trip to England to 'omg i love Harry Potter liek yay and slytherin rocks' speech, and the 'oh, you haven't seen my KEYCHAINS, have you? So I shall take the entire mass out, show them all to you, and give you the story behind each and every one of them!'
Someone should put me out of my misery.
However, it was not as bad as the time where I drank 3 Mountain Dew Amps and half of a Red Bull.
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