I really do love like my job. I swear, I do. Hand to God. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not totally in love with Fridays. I love Fridays. They rock. I go home. I wash my car. My parents take Frinklin and myself out to dinner for the best Mexican food in the whole wide world (no lie!). And then the best part—I sleep. I sleep until whenever I want to wake up. Which, technically, would be cheating on Friday with Saturday. Whatever. As long as I get to take a break from listening to the phone ring off the damn hook (what the hell people—we have six lines—why are they all ringing at once?!). And I get to take a break from talking, which I’ve done continuously for the last three days while training newbies.

And most importantly, I get to be the customer for a few days, goddamn it. IÂ’m always right.

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