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Joke’s on you!
When the day finally comes when I stop working at Abbott’s, I might sob forever. As much as I complain about smelling like shit and dumb high school galley girls and dumb yard boys and dumb kitchen people and the heat and not being able to go to the beach and not getting a break and surviving on oyster crackers and losing my voice and foreign people and Marty and Deir and people who can’t find the long red counter and missing lobsters and huge counts and tips issues and parking on the hill and the damn hot fudge and scooping ice cream and making bibs and sending people home early and slow drivers and tourists and huge parties and the rain and watching hundreds of lobsters pass under my nose and bitchy marion, I love that place to death. To me, it IS summer. I haven’t known anything different for 6 years now.
And that scares me to death.
Someone had these on today at work. I was envious.
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And you wonder………
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All moved out of the apartment….how that all fit into this damn sportage is beyond me! He’s too good!
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Gpoy.
Jess.
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