I think I realized why I haven't just up and quit my second job. I will go in and fuck up, like making a whole thing of tartar sauce when there was a pre-made gallon right where I was told it was (my b) but then I'll end up spending 4 hours in the freezer getting wasted on vanilla vodka. Works for me. I think I ran 4 plates of food last night. I had my cesar salad and went home.
Time to go shave for work...
Time to go shave for work...