Verbal warning...FTW

Yup folks, it has come to that. I'm busted. Caught read (oops....that should be red) handed! I got to come back from the dark side. With a big case of the ohnoes!q!2!11!!! (hints the picture).

Well I got bused for clocking in late. Who'd da thunk it?! Well I clocked in late 8 times this past two weeks, but I'm thinking that is counting clocking back in from lunch.

They, the ambiguously gay duo, found me outside. Told me this it was a verbal warning. That I've been clocking in late. Then I said "ok", turned around and kept on with what I was doing. He then said that "you know who looks at those"

"yeah, I'll try" (I'm not going to give excuses, like the fact that it takes awhile to get the ice off your car when no water is coming out the hose...).

"Don't try, do"

and I left it at that. I don't know how they think I can take them seriously when that other guy is still working there. Fuck, he must have been at least 5 min later than I was today. He's still working there. So eh.

I guess this is what happens when ya just don't care anymore...

If it wasn't for some of the people working there, I would be gone by now. There are a few of those good people that just put a smile on my face. Others....well, I'm sure you've read the blogs.