is my last shift at tim hortons.
6-10, come see me.
what i'll miss:
my regulars:
walking lady
extra large 4 sugar half a cream swiss chalet waitress lady (drive thru)
Jack, the absolute most sweetest old man in the entire universe.
Tarak, becuase he always calls ahead for his decaf so we can put on a pot.
Sesame bagel lady.
Jeep guy (drive thru, soooo hot.)
Jeep guy's brother (drive thru, not as hot.)
that weird couple that comes in, gets coffees and spends a good 3 hours there. i have alot of theories about them.
Larry. always gets a cheesecake and a can of pepsi. always makes a huge mess, always sings, and always makes me smile :]
baking shifts. fake baking to be exact, just chillin in the back. eating.
soulja boy with mandy in the back
what i will not miss:
my difficult regulars:
freshest pot lady (she came in tonight, i fucking hate her.)
loud truck guy (never shuts off his diesel truck at drive thru, so we can't hear a word he says.)
Radio Joe. he told me to fuck off once because he didn't have money on his tim card. not my favorite mentally challenged customer...
that jamaican guy who came through drive thru and told me i had beautiful eyes. he stopped coming though, maybe becuase the last time, he asked me if "it scares me that he thinks about me, and doesnt even know me", so i told him that yes it does and he can drive away now.
creepy indian guy.
drive thru times are gay.
working my ass off for 7.50 an hour is gay.
cleaning everything thats cleanable is gay.
Jon Gates
Marika.
the shedules that marika makes.
not getting time off.
working every weekend.
drive thru window in the winter
basically everything.
this has been the only job i have ever known.
i'm sure i'll miss it somehow.