Never ask what R.O.B.A.G. means
OK, I swear, my job (more like the people I work with) is seriously corrupting me. I don't know if it's always been like that or if they've just stepped it up after I started dating Jamal.

Well, I know Ron's (who guest managed yesterday morning) always been awful, heh. It was quite amusing when he pretended to be a pulpit-pounding preacher, bawling me out for "giving into the temptation of the flesh." Pfft. Guy was a dad at the age of 21, so he's one to talk. ^_~ And then there was the talk of "cookies", but that's all you're going to hear.

So I try to tell Greg about how awful Ron was. Now, see, Greg's a real sweetheart and (I thought) pretty innocent and nice. Well, he's nice, but after today's shift, I need to rethink the whole innocent part. As soon as he discovered what "cookie" meant...
Oy. Shame on Greg.

You people think I'm kidding when I say my job corrupts me, heh. ^_~ I've only written about the "gentle" stuff here, too--it was much worse than that. And no, I'm not telling you what "R.O.B.A.G." means.

*shivers* I need a less corruptable job, like being a server at Hooters or La Bare's or something. XP