So, while I’m still sitting here at Willy’s, I have to write about these two assclowns sitting behind me.
To be fair, I guess one of them is truly an assclown, and likely bordering along the lines of “tool” and “douchebag,” based on some of the things I’ve heard come out of his mouth. The other is older, and seems a little more even keeled, and sure, he’s driven by tits and tail too, but then again what straight guy isn’t?
So whenever I start a new freelance gig, my world is kind of turned upside down as I adapt to a new schedule, new place of work, and doing my best to make a good impression with my new employers. Combine all these little nuances, with baseball, and I find that I little time to getting any more brogging done . So I resort to doing it during lunch.
I’m in a good mood today. I found out that I was let off the hook, so to speak, for my banking laziness. My checks were granted clearance before seven card holds, and therefore, I wasn’t dinged seven times for overdraft charges. As much as I’m slightly against going against my usual system for the last three years, going direct deposit might not be a bad idea to prevent this from happening again.
