Tyler J, lost the work schedule lottery
Just a quick rant before I go to work. That’s right. Work. That thing that people do on days that don’t begin with the letter ‘S.’
Here we are on Saturday, an ‘S’ day and I’m going to work. From 9 to 4. Oh, the cruel, cruel unfair-ity of it all!
I know people work the night shift or the early morning barista-style shift or the 40 hours a week-shift (which I don’t) so I have no reason to complain… none at all… but you know those days when you just feel like whining like a little bitch? That’s me! A little bitch.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Now I can report to Knott’s Berry Farm and don my shaved ice uniform with all the dignity I can muster.
Rantasaurus Says: They don’t technically give dinosaurs a social security number so… uh… as much as I’d like to work, I really would… I just… can’t. Bummer, man.
