July 5, 2007

  • Irrefutable Proof that I’m a Genius

    [7:30AM -- Phone rings -- Sleep aborted]


    Me: Hello?


    Boss: Well hey, Caleb! We’ve got a couple of ladies from the kitchen going home sick, and I know you need more hours. How would you like to come in at 10:30?


    Me: Hang on, I just woke up. Lemme call you back.


    [Click]


    Me: Yes, Mr. Boss, sir, I got an awesome five hours of sleep last night, and thanks for waking me up so early. A thirteen-hour shift should be no problem at all.


    [Ring, ring]


    Boss: Hello?


    Me: This is Caleb. I’ll be in by 10:30.


    [Click]


     


    Can’t get back to sleep, my whole body aches, and my eyes feel like I spilled tobasco sauce on them…today is gonna be great.

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