...but you so were.With all of the not done things at The-Little-Shop-of-Whorrors last night, you were sure you were gonna walk out today with about 7 new assholes.
However, your quick apology in addition to your 7-minuets-too-long explanation as to why the not done things were not done; all on top of your insanely sound defense to the super creepy guy (who was mentioned in your 03/08/08 blog) who returned with a mountain of complaints.
You OWNED the bitching. In the face.
AND...
...managed to remember to blog about the job offer you got yesterday from The-Lady-With-The-Kids-And-Husband.The-Lady-With-The-Kids-And-Husband offered you a job at Fin's. A.K.A. The-Five-Star-Restaurant-Run-By-17-Year-Old-Girls. Most confusing of all you were offered a Management position. At 19. Humm... But you digress. You must take what you can get. Even if what you can get comes with a complimentary rain-cloud and occasional lightning. Damnit.
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