A Regime to Remember

I begin jogging again tomorrow. Because I have invested $19 in sports bras, I'm hoping I will seriously commit to this new regime and keep it up for at least a year. I plan on starting at a 30/30 split between running and walking and slowly changing the ratio until I reach 1/0.

The thing is, I have no stopwatch so I'm planning on just counting in my head for the whole run. What the cheapness is this?

Lastly, I had a customer chuck a shit on my face tonight because his receipt from three months ago had faded. Then he accused me of purposely doing it to fuck him over. Oh, and it was for a $14 stamp that he wanted to claim for tax purposes. Even my manager laughed at him (behind his back).

It took me five minutes to sort it out and, by that time, I had a line the length of the Nile to get through check out. I could smack a bitch.

Lastly (and for cereal this time), I got my roster for next week (after my contract ends). They've put me on for 2.5 days. Yes! I'm definitely not ready to say goodbye to that beautiful blue building yet despite all the little shits that fuck with me because their $14 receipt faded. What checkout chick would legitimately give a fuck? The only thing I like about having crappy customers is the customer waiting in the line after them always exchanges knowing looks with me and is super nice.

J