Lord of the Wings: Return of the Cashier

"You're still coming in, right?"

Day #52:

I was finally rescued from the eternal hell that was working with Nussat Pervaisis, the most annoying supervisor ever.

I had been found right under the rotisserie, eating weeks old wings so our ratchet bla-AFRICAN AMERICAN customers wont buy them and later complain about them like they always tend too.

I was covered in oil and ashes that poured from above. I was in there for probably days or weeks, and unfortunately I can't exactly remember what I did down there.

Anyways I was finally rescued when the rotisserie engine broke down again, and my manager Erick came over to 'fix' the damn thing.

Once I was found, I was taken to the hospital immediately where they found that I had the following diseases:

· Herpes/Crabs

· Mad Cow Disease

· Pedophiliac disease

· Ebola and Malaria

· Rare African Jungle Infection

· Do you even lift bro?

· Hotdog fingers

· Count Choculitis

· And the virus from the Walking Dead

Despite me having all these infectious diseases or viruses, my manager had the balls to text me the following:

"Hey I hope you're feelingbetter. Somebody called out today. Can you come in tonight as a cook and close?By the way I hope you're better because we ran out of gloves."   

Day #53:

After finally being released from the hospital, I again find myself working, although I absolutely love it. Why? Because I'm still recovering from Hot Dog Fingers disease, and let's just say I've been dropping food like it's 1996.

I know you're probably asking yourself how me dropping food is great. Well to put it like this, I explain to people how I'm fighting a serious disease and how I have no other option but to work to pay my bills.

I've been getting tips left and right.  The funny thing is some people have been leaving me tips and I don't even tell them my story. Guess they saw me dropping food and thought I was mentally challenged. 

It might seem greedy, I know, but them bills ain't gonna pay themselves. Thanks Obama!

P.S. At one point I caught this lady looking at my fingers and when I caught her, she began licking her lips. 

Day #55:

Tonight was busy as hell. Literary for a whole hour, we kept getting slammed by white families that looked like they would celebrate "The Purge" if it was real.

Anyways I worked with this guy named Saul tonight. He is this old, tanned, white haired guy who limps like a zombie. He's also a friend of the owner, and literary I think that's the only reason why he works with us. And the strange thing is, nobody fucking knows what his official role in the store is.

But tonight while I had a line of people and my manager Mike had the expo full of tickets and orders, Saul was justsitting down in a table, looking at us. And the one time he ever stood up wasto tell us that we had ran out of tea and we needed to brew some more. Literaryhe just said that, and he went back to sitting down.