So, I celebrated my birthday today by working on a friday around stupid people… One of these people was that bum I wrote about awhile back that practically lives around the store. He needed help at the bottle return machines and when I tried to figure out what was wrong all he yelled was “It’s not coming out” I tried asking him what wasn’t coming out, like his receipt? But to no avail. He kept yelling the same line over and over again. Eventually I had one of the guys take care of it.
On a brighter note I did get a few birthday cards, I won a couple of lotto games and I came home to a lobster dinner and red velvet cupcakes, plus a white chocolate cupcake that the next door neighbor gave to me. It was alright.