Sunday, January 09, 2005

Shaved a mustache and a mullet, quit my job at chick-fil-a...

“Oyg. I’ve done almost nothing but work since I’ve gotten home.” Says I.
“Oh, where do you work?” is the usual response.
“Chick-Fil-A” I acknowledge grudgingly.
“Oh really? I LOVE that place.”

Then I’m either asked if I happen to have a chicken sandwich on my person specifically for them, or if I knew that Chick-Fil-A was Christian owned and operated.

“Oh, really?” I say.
“Yeah, they’re closed on Sunday and stuff.” Says they.
“Heh, didn’t know that. Too bad I don’t WORK there or anything.”

Seriously, though. You people don’t realize the extent to which Chick-Fil-A sucks the life out of you. It’s probably not restricted to Chick-Fil-A, I think most of my feelings towards the chain in question would be easily transferable to any fast-food establishment. After a day of work, doing anything productive is not very high on my list of things to do. It’s at number 73, in fact—right below going to a nickelback concert and right above gnawing off my own limb. Nope, I’d much rather do such varied and stimulating activities watching the telly, logging on to the Internets, eating week-old bran cereal, or maybe even sleeping.

It’s sad, too, cause I was intending on getting some writing done over break. There’s an idea I’ve been hammering out into a script. I wrote 4 pages of it during finals week. It is now at 5 pages. Yay. Also, I wanted to blog, but couldn’t. My break was just so incredibly boring, there was little to blog about. You’d think that a blog about chick-fil-a would be entertaining, but you’d be wrong.

It’s not even that the work is particularly challenging. It’s just draining, physically and mentally. I’m still trying to recover from it. (hence the lack of blog entries..a sad side effect that shall soon be remedied)