Monday, October 10, 2005
Da ist ein Jugend, der ein Dusch ist. Ich habe seine Name aus ein Stuck Papier geschriebt. Sie ist russisch. This little boy comes into work every night for corn dogs and behaves quite rudely to everyone working there, as though we were born to serve him alone.
The dorm complex my minimart serves consists of three buildings: one co-ed, plus one for female freshmen and another for male freshmen. On the whole this freshman class is rude, obnoxious, coddled, and abrasive (in addition to many English expletives that I shan't bother here enumerating). They think I earn six dollars an hour and work four eight-hour shifts a week to contend with their snobby ignorance, and I have already this semester had to clarify my position in passive terms.
I would key all the Lexuses in the parking lot, but these brats' parents would only buy them another one for me to defile.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:35 AM]