you give shots a bad name

Went to Kev & Rachel's house for a party on Saturday. We left at 11:30 and got there at 1 thanks to the Garden State Parkway. Anyway, there were some good people there, and good food and beverage as well. We were all "treated" to shots made by a friend of Kevin's who I hadn't seen in probably 8 years. The first one tasted pretty good, but it burned quite a bit. The shots thereafter progressively got worse in taste and prevented me from doing the last one before leaving. Kim was kind enough to drive and let me drink a bit and give my car a rest for the day. Actually, I was asked on Friday to go into work Saturday morning at 5:30 to help unload the truck. I asked who was scheduled and my manager told me only one person. Later that day, he tells me that another manager is coming in, another worker comes in at 6 to help, and there are two managers working the overnite shift who can help. So I "overslept" on Saturday and didn't show up because I only intended on going in simply because there was one person scheduled. You know I was strongly thinking about taking the promotion to assistant manager the other day. I was thinking I would make double the money I make now and would soon be able to move out and save money as well. Then Kim mentioned Thanksgiving for some reason the other day and I realized I don't want to be a manager because I'd get stuck working all the holidays since the craphole never closes. That's not me, man. I've never been one to enjoy family gatherings all the time, but that's what the holidays are all about. I don't want to worry about someone returning the wrong anal creme because they need the one with aloe on Christmas Day. Fuuuuuuuuuck that.

I guess I saw my last opportunity to teach full-time this year. I emailed my info this morning and wrote a damn good letter, so I hope it gets me somewhere.