One Day, You'll Look Back on This and Laugh...

...or cry. Whatever.

During November reading break (we DO get a break in November somewhere, right? RIGHT???) I plan to go visit my old highschool. Should be fun. Or horrendous. One of the two.
Also cruising down memory lane in a lime green Pinto: My Old Job. All summer long, through two places of employment, dealing with people like Mr. Random-Sexual-Harrassment-Wrapped-in-a-Thinly-Veiled-and-None-too-Funny-Joke. Or the Milk Nazi. Woman gave me the most trouble a human being can give. Or the Muffin-Man. Or the family that comes in right before closing and orders half the inventory you have in the back room to feed four people.

Note: computer internet is sketchy at the mo, so I will post what I can of this entry and finish it later.