oneimill

So, in order to prevent insane amounts of poverty in my life, I'm having to get a second job (adios, sleep), and because about my only useful job skill is cooking, I applied to be a line cook at the shit-hole casino here in Dover.

Turns out (and this is the insane part), if I get the job, my co-worker will be...my neighbor (you know, the one who I mentioned yesterday).

Oh, life, you always manage to stay so weird.