Too many shots, too quick, no lunch or dinner, or maybe too many drunk people around rubbing off on me, whatever reason I was drunk. And it was interesting. I went to Mountain View to visit my old coworkers. I tattled about Gabe having me on front of house and almost cried when I was talking to Clark about how bad it was depressing me. There was a lot of love and hugs and kisses and tears last night. It was Corbins last day and Clark and Myrna are dealing with a lot of changes and stresses at work. They feel like they have to take care of everyone in the kitchen now. And the new EC they deal with sounds like no fun at all. Poor Clarky and Myrna, I miss them, they are going to try to get me back in Mountain View but I don't know that sorta seems lame to go back like that, as much as I'd like it. I hate hating my job. I won't go back though, something will happen and things will get better.
Damn all I want to do is sleep this day away and clean my room but I have to get up to volunteer at Doof.... I hope it's better than last year at least.
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