So as previously stated, Monday is not my day off, it’s just the day that I pretend I get off during the rest of the week. at 6 am, I receive a call that not only is Assistant Manager Horseshit not at the store, but he’s not even close. Sadly, I had been expecting this and I was already dressed and ready to go. So not only did I not get my day off, I worked for 6 hours through lunch. At this point I thought I was free, that I would go to the home and relax, get to sleep early and wake up rested for the new day.
Wrong. My mistake. What ended up happening was a call several hours later informing me of the severe shortage of reduced fat chips. It came to be that I got to enjoy a 60 mile round trip to the warehouse to get a single box of chips. Through rush hour traffic.
I now hate chips. We should outlaw chips and hunt down the survivors, burning them in piles of crunchy pyres.
There should be no such thing as reduced fat chips. If you are watching your weight you should not be eating friken chips! I hate people.
they actually taste better then the regular chips