Watching my fair share of World-Cup action at work this week. Already fucked up a few orders: shipping out wrong items or quantities- Not like me, since my M.O. has always been great attention to detail and most of all TCB (Takin' Care of Business). Worked off the stress by running up the street to grab a ginger tea.
The girl at the check-out calls me “Sweetie” and I wonder how many calories are in the word sweetie and then I realize its just a word and it’s fat-free.