The Shift Of Brando

Summer 16' Hell

#53:

I have been poisoned.

It's god damn four in the morning, and for the past twenty minutes I've been throwing up non-stop.

Fuck my life.

I should've thrown away that lemonade but never would've I thought that there was motherfucking bleach mixed in.

I can't handle the chills anymore. I'm going to have call poison control soon....

In case I don't make it, I just want to say...

Fuck Trump, fuck Cartoon Network for canceling Young Justice, fuck Lil' Yachty he ain't go no talent, fuck Pornhub for lying to me and telling me there's hot singles in my area, and more importantly, fuck CC...

Oh and Heriberto poisoned me...

It was all him, he did it!    

#54:

Well that was rough.

Unfortunately the bleach poisoning didn't kill me (and here I thought I was finally going to be put of my misery).

After calling poison control, I was calmed to my senses by the helpful man who repeatedly told me that I wasn't going to die...yet.

Within hours of me feeling sick, I felt normal again but I didn't tell that to Jack. Instead I lied to him, and called him around 6AM to explain to him why I was on my way to the emergency room.

He didn't sound happy, especially when I told him I called the National Poison Control Center and told them that I had been poisoned at a CC in North Texas.

Anyways he gave me some extra days off which I ain't complaining.

P.S. I may have reason to believe that Jackisn't upset about me being poisoned but maybe because he's short staffed in thekitchen....    

#55:

These few extra days off have been a blessing.

This time away from work have made me reflect on my past, present, and future and I came to two conclusions:

1. I gotta snort all the cocaine while I still can. Life is short, might as well get as much pleasure before I die and get sent to hell.

2. I need to get the fuck out of CC. I just read an article online called "50 signs you're working in a bad restaurant" and for a moment I thought I was reading an article about the CC. Yikes.

#56:

I returned to work today and oh boy, was there drama spewing everywhere.

Today was Roy's last day before him and Jack leave together in a romantic getaway to CardboardCon. As a goodbye gift, I got him some lube, so when Jack sticks it up his ass, it won't hurt him as much.

But before he left, Roy showed me a couple of hateful messages that he had received from the now unemployed Walter. Among some of the things said, Walter said he should've never trusted 'FatRoy' or Jack, and that despite him being a 125 year old man who still lives with his parents and rides a bike to work, Walter will always get more pussy than 'FatRoy.'