No one grows up dreaming of working in a coffee shop. My kid’s dream job was running the deep fryer at McDonalds. She never worked fast food, instead her skill set got her better paying jobs and a damn good income when she graduated from university. But to repeat myself, someone has to work those “menial” jobs.

Everyone has an anecdotal story about the high school dropout who manages to make 6 figures through gumption and hard work. I personally know several of them. But the fact of the matter is someone has to flip that burger, make that frap and clean that toilet. And it ain’t gonna be a fucking unicorn.

Always good to hear from the “Well, just get a better job/education” people. They’re the ones who believe in unicorns.

LOL, small motor repair. Are you reading ads in the back pages of comic books?

I’ve worked service jobs and when we are fully staffed and supplied, we can happily bang out orders like nobody’s business. When there is a line of impatient customers clambering for service and only two people trying to run a series of complicated drinks then no one is happy.

It’s not the workers fault. It’s the fact that a new product was advertised and then the stores were understaffed and not enough of the product was shipped to the stores. Things the staff has no control over.

Well, fuck this shit. They have the same attitude towards human life that I have when I see my yogurt about to expire.

The batch of drugs are expiring soon? Well, if that isn’t a compelling reason to execute this man then nothing is. Fuck justice, we don’t want to waste the drugs. Christ on a cracker, this is fucked up beyond rational belief. And yet it is actually happening.

This is what happens when you have dinner alone with women.

North Korea can deploy a battalion of women and he’ll flee in fear.

The Beverly Hillbillies paid a visit?

Needs more ketchup.

You ain’t seen nothing yet. Their greed and hypocrisy is YUGE! The presidency is just another conduit to line their pockets.

Whenever I return from a weekend at the BF’s house I have to launder all the clothes in my bag, even the ones I haven’t worn. His house has a strong odour that I don’t notice anymore. As soon as I shake out my clothes at my home, the smell hits like a ton of bricks. It’s not a bad odour, just a different one.

We have several rock piles on our land. Snakes love rock piles and I love to move rocks around. It’s a love/hate relationship. I want the rocks to build my garden borders but I don’t want to turn on over and find a snake. My love of rocks outweigh my fear of snakes.

First customer. Store clerk, “Hi, how are you? Did you find everything you were looking for today?”

I found it stimulating.

Christ on a cracker. I thought it would take at least a year before the Orange Wonder dragged the world into a nuclear armaggedon. Now it looks like weeks. Blackout drunk has never looked so good.

I’d like to hear more about the fat old cat since I once owned two like that.