I'm not the Queen of Dairy
First of all, I'd like to apologize to Julie; I told I was going to update on Monday and I never did. One of these I'll start updating for myself, and not for Julie. I don't if I posted this, but those of you who don't know, I got a job at Dairy Queen. Maybe I'll start liking it when I get paid or when Heather comes back, but right now I would say that I pretty much hate the job. Can't believe I waited nine months for school to be over, just to work. I think I'd rather go back to school. My co-workers, on the hand, have all been really nice. I think I've met everyone except two people.
I feel like such a sissy, but fast food places are really draining; I feel like dying when I come home. I think I really resent this job because it took the fun out my summer. My dad was letting me hang out late with Heather and Julie and I even stayed out until 11:30 one day! The funniest thing happened that night. Whenever I get home at night I open the garage and do inside, so that I won't have to ring the door-bell. Well when tired to open the door the leads inside from garage it was locked. That was so strange because the family knows to leave the door open for me. I didn't really think ever much of it, and went around and rang the door-bell. My brother and mother were both there to open the door. For some reason by brother looked a little shaken up. The next morning he told everyone how he had just got home right before I did and was eating dinner when he heard the garage open and then he heard someone try to open the door. He thought it was an intruder and ran upstairs to wake our parents. My dad must have been out, because he didn’t even wake up. So he and my mother were on their way downstairs when I rang the door-bell. I bet he had never been happier to see me. Well, I got a good laugh out of it.
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