wakko101's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With extreme prejudice... And so…I’m back at the Fish. With extreme prejudice. My brother and I were joking once that if you put the phrase “With Extreme Prejudice” after any sentence, it just makes it sound that much cooler. I’m going to make a sandwich…WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE. I have to take a pee… WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE. See? It’s just cooler. And you have to do it in that auto show announcer kind of voice (“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!”) in order to make the effect Total. Try it, you’ll like it. Anyhow, I am back working at the Fish House. Oh joy and jubilation. My first night back, Saturday, I do believe I was making up for 7 weeks of blunders all in one night. I broke a bowl (not altogether unusual for me), I bumped into many people and almost knocked at least one person down and I spilled Sour Cream down an old lady’s back. Oh yeah, they missed me, let me tell you. Despite the setbacks, it wasn’t such a bad night. After there was general agreement amongst the staff that, yes, I did in fact still work at the place and, no, in fact I didn’t ask for 7 weeks vacation, although that’s what was given to me, I managed to make a bit of cash. And that, in the end, is what it’s all about. 11:56 a.m. - 2003-09-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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