Lawlwork.

I was supposed to be off tomorrow, but someone at work apparently needed a day off, so I have to go in. I've pulled only three days this week so far so I'm good. But a Saturday-Sunday combo in a kitchen around the holidays is complete and utter hell. I could've sworn we fed the entire county. And only three people can work in that kitchen so.. one of us runs the grill, the other works on lunch, and the third person cooks the chicken for lunch. Ugh...

Well, Monday was an easy day and I didn't have to work hard at all. Tuesdays are usually slightly harder, although lately every day has been busy. Still, compared to Sunday, every other day is like a walk in a 100 degree park. Or oven. However you want to look at it.

Well, I might be off Wednesday I hope. I don't care. The more I work, the more money I get. I like money and I'm willing to work myself to death to get it. :/

So I'm tired. I have to get up at 2AM in order to get there and open up. I hate my job. :l I guess it could be worse though.