a day at the Joynt

Ok.... Today was normal. Right now I have my shoes wrapped up on plastic bags tapped tight at the opening... And covered in shit. I'm standing now waiting... Hoping... Wishing I wasn't here right now. Feeling unappreciated for sure.

Got off the phone with 911 just an hour ago trying to persuade a crazy fuck to leave the restaurant using 911 as a deterent. I mean the guest that stayed a half hour after we closed was the least of my problems tonight.

At least nobody saw the mouse that's been running around the dinning room. 

who is in control

Back when little Bush was stealing elections I remember being astonished the election was sooo close. I didn't understand why so many people would vote for such a dummy. Turns out when you're voting, the letter by the name is more important than the name.

How many votes trump got in the general is not surprising, what was more of a surprise was how he won in the primaries in 2015. Because many knew then he was a grifter lacking in many qualities one would like in a world leader. Were the other candidates so bad? 

moving on

I got married. Love is subjective. Happynes is a skill that needs to be developed and practiced.