Man, yesterday was either horrible, or extremely comedic.
A few months back, I had a meeting at work on customer service and whatnot. Well, the boss takes out his worn-and-torn Bible, we pray, he quotes, and we get to business. Then he states, "Do you know why no one has replicated Truette Cathy's Chick-Fil-A sandwich? God is protecting his sandwich." I was trying terribly hard not to laugh.
So yesterday I was talking to my friends, and this came up. We then discussed the holy-value of the nuggets we serve, and why we offer a six-pack if six is an unholy number. (I said it's double the Trinity for half the price.) Now my friend is going to manipulate a photo of the Last Supper to have Chick-Fil-A bags and food, and Judis coming in with a bag of McDonalds. Quite funny. (I apologize to those I've offended. I didnt mean to, really.)
Work yesterday night was horrid. No one would help me, I had a headache, and I was extremely close to quitting. I really hate it there, but two more years wont kill me
Other than that, I'm working on my narrative (you might read it later if I put it up).
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If you hate it so much, why don't you quit and work elsewhere?