My Day, in Bullshi-- I Mean, Bullets.

July 08, 2010

Woke up late. Again.
Panicked because the guitar I borrowed from a friend for my first gig seemingly had a crack on the neck.
Took a cab from home because of said guitar, and ended up paying a hell of a lot more than anticipated because of EDSA traffic.
That darned traffic made me more late than I already am. Also, cab's engine kept conking out during the whole trip. That fucker.
Did nothing for the most part if the day. Oh, and that crack on the guitar's neck? It was there even before I borrowed it. Yeah.
Performed a relatively successful attack on that Eat-All-You-Can-Chicken promo at Max's Restaurant. One whole chicken was cut into four parts, then served to customers. I had 6.
I was aiming for AT LEAST 7.
The Creative Director at work (my immediate boss) talked to me before I left the office. Imma leave out the details for now, but let's just say that as of the moment, I have 30 days to look for another job.
It's 3am, and I still feel full. I shouldn't have had 6.
I'd probably end up waking late again tomorrow. I mean later. Whatever.

I hope your day went better than mine.

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