Lost my job recently. Yeah.
See, we received an order from an ex-coworker, and the working manager at the time said to put "(coworker's name here) sucks" on the box. Well, he thought it was a little humorous as was the goal. His parents, however, got kind of mad about it, and complained to corporate about it, so BNPC had no choice but to let me go... Whatever. I now deliver for a sandwich shop, so that's cool. The pay is better, it's more relaxed there.
So. Interesting stories? Um... I've had some bizarre dreams lately. Those have been fun. It's usually things like my friends trying to murder me, which is probably something important psychologically, but I'm not sure what. And for those of you who do read this, yeah, it's been you.
See, one friend was chasing me with an ax the other night. My other friends just watched it happen. I asked for help, pleaded for her to stop, but all my friends would do is shrug, and say "It was bound to happen."
Another friend tried to garrote me. That was unusual and terrible. Thinking about it, actually, it should've been unfeasible, since my friends are generally shorter than me, and would have trouble trying to do such a thing. But it's a dream, and dreams don't make sense.
Another friend had a crane thingy (some sort of giant construction equipment machine) and a wrecking ball, and was whipping it around to try to smash me. These dreams, while slightly disturbing, have been quite exciting I suppose, since I fear for my life.
It's all fun and games til I wake up screaming.
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