So last night I finally paid off my laptop. Got home. So excited. Open the box. Take off that weird pink thing that protects the screen aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand....the screen was cracked all to hell.
*blank stare* "Ah hell no." After I spent the last few months saving my blood money I get from McDonald's, with people cussing at me through the drive thru and questioning my intelligence when HELLO I'm not the one who came into MCDONALD'S asking for a damn WHOPPER. THIS IS NOT BURGER KING. GTFO. And no...no no no no no no no no NO GODDAMMIT WE DO NOT HAVE FUCKING ONION RINGS. IF IT AIN'T ON THE MENU THEN WE AIN'T GOT IT.
McDonald's is not a place for quiet shy ones. I have quickly learned that peeps will run you over if you don't say anything. LOL AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I GET FIRED OVER SOME OF THE BULLSHIT PEOPLE LINE UP AND SHOVEL INTO MY HANDS. I'm so glad this is only until January. Navy here I come.
Be nice to people that work in the fast food industry. They de