She says she owns the place. I told her that unless her name is Jerry Rush and she's a short, balding man with glasses, she does not own the place. She gives me the brush-off. Then, she tells the policeman that her father was in the CIA and that he planted a bomb in the center of the planet. It's linked with her and if she dies, the bomb explodes, destroying the planet. She reads my nametag and tells me that I'm a manager named Mike Burrito. I, therefore, ask her for a raise. She says she's sending $600,000 to my account tonight. I stayed as long as I could. The policeman had called for his squadcar to come pick her up and send her to jail after her full psychological evaluation. However, I had to leave. I really wanted to see her get dragged off. It would have been funny.
On a sad note, one of my good friends from McDonald's has died. Mrs. Delores died of a heart attack on Saturday at 88 years old. She was so nice and so funny. The last thing she said to me was, "Mike, you crack me up!" She will be dearly missed.
On another note, I got four good cards today. Three were Christmas cards. I got one from the Cooks (a nice old family who visits McDonald's every day), one from
soaringdragon42, and one from species125 (with a picture!). The other was a card from my parents down in Australia. They're having a lot of fun. I hope they get back safely.On a further note, I don't want to go to work tommorrow. Reasons to follow.
- I'd need to wash my uniforms tonight, and I don't want to.
- Inspection is tommorrow and work will NOT be fun.
- I ran out of Star Trek novels to read (and, therefore, put a bunch more on my Wish List). Poll below on what I should read next.
Which book should I read next?
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
12(100.0%)
The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin
0(0.0%)
Vortex by Jon Land
0(0.0%)
Reread something you've read before
0(0.0%)
On a next to last note, I've caught up on my LJ backlog. Quizzes to be posted soon.
On my last note, I'm adding several friends who joined the
sevilia community. Whee! 