Why is it that people never answer my questions at Subway? It was horrible last night, more dummy’s than usual. Any time I’d ask: “What kind of sandwich did you have?” You know, to log it in the register for inventory. All they’d do is look past me and ramble on about what kind of chips and drink they’d want. My question was disregarded!! This always happens too. Making sandwiches, getting the bread, etc. Fuck it. But just as I thought my day was gonna be mediocre, it did a complete 180. So I’m serving up one of our regulars who works at the Apple store. Nicest guy. Awesome. I’m telling him at the register how my day has been going (He asked. What a guy!) and I told him how I had to drive up that morning from Eugene to get to work on time. He said to me: “Wow! You’re money!” Fuuuuuccckkk yessssss I am. I’m Money. I’m working hard for that money. HA! Best. Compliment. Ever. THEN, the manager from this second job I’ve been holding out for came up and told me they want to start me with some hours. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!. Damn. Now I’m really money. $uch a good day. And Eric called Lafayette, Rue Paul, on True blood. Perfect.