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Hey, I'm Melissa. I'm the girl who is best friends with love and still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there-- fully equipped with great eyes and an immature sense of humor. I wear too many bracelets and I can't concentrate on the conversation if the TV's on. I love surprises and hardwood floors. My lucky number is 13 and right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors. I love Taylor Swift and I hope you her too. This is my blog, and I love you for looking at it.



Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Working at Burger King!

OMG I finally have a job hahaha. At BK. Sucks some but still it's a job and I get the usual fast-food service crew perks like a free meal. My feet killed me and my toenails chipped bad. Oh Lord I can't wait for my (meagre) salary.

My colleagues are generally a bunch of nice people minus the Pinoy manager today who seriously needs to take a chill pill. I did dining yesterday which means wiping tables/chairs, washing trays, wiping them and putting the paper on top, and tried to make myself helpful wherever I might be needed. Got home at 10 which pissed Mom off but wtf I don't really care anymore except that I had to go at 8 today. I did counter today and served a bunch of people at top speed which isn't actually all that fast. Screwed up a bunch but that was mostly thanks to Missus Manager yelling at me.

OK I'm lazy today so excuse me and you know what? I lost my appetite for BK forever. :O