I worked (reminder: pizza place with beer and TVs) during the Lakers parade. The day could not have started worse. I left super early, betting on my reserved parking at USC--but of course they filled up that lot. Tried to get into nearby shittier lot, but was told by bitchy lady cop that it was "closed." I drove around, literally crying from frustration in my inability to find a parking space. Hot-faced, wanting to punch something, baby cry. Is this my LA rite of passage/baptism?? Turned onto Hope St on a whim and found the entrance to said "closed" parking structure, parked, and hauled my ass to work.
The parade went by right outside our doors. I saw Kobe and Magic from behind the counter and raised digital cameras. I was also basically covered in beer by the end of my shift, and hating anyone who could whistle with their fingers. Whoever invented those loud shitty horns street vendors sell at these things should be knifed. I got through it all thinking about the big pot o' tip money waiting for me come 4PM. I got $35. Again with the desire to knife something/one.
At least I got to see my awesome boss' old bar bouncer side when someone bitch slapped someone else.
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It's impossible to be festive while you're working. I know
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