I shit you not, this blog was inspired by Maroon 5 and being high.
Ladies and Gentlemen. Bois and Goyuls.I want to introduce you to our main character.
I'm an aspiring entruepuer.(That's my excuse for,"I'm too good for school!")
And the looking glass into my life.
Decided to turn over a new leaf today. So I got to work on the company's set morning shift time!
Not a bad morning, except I forgot I had decided to pack my semi new towel in the laundry because
I expected to do it. So I air dried after my shower...
Show up to work, co-worker is excited to leave before the usual 8! (Did the same thing on Saturday. Shit was taxin.) Order a delicious nutricous breakfast sandwich after staring a bag. (Oh that's right. I work in a laundromats. See my dad owns a small chain. Four. He even once owned an actual dry cleaners, the kind that took in orders in bulk. He says he's happy with however I decide to be yet is a complete douche when it even seems I'm about to stray from my ambitions.) After eating I decide to research a few business articles. Even names like Warren Buffett and what have you. Seems I really did wake up with money on my mind. The rest of my day went swimmingly. Thank you mother nature for raining the day away. Punch out round 4:14 due to no fault but my own and head right on home!
Now home thinking about my tangible business ventures and smoking a bowl while listening to...Maroon 5, who'da thunk? And I get a call... From none other than my dad. Now this call wasn't your average call, no no, it was a taunting call. You see my father thinks he's witty when it comes to taking stabs or crying for attention. Luckily for your main character, I have an ace up my sleeve.
Back while working, I had called my uncle who was working a shift. Now my uncle is right hand man tier and shouldn't be working a shift if there's an avalible person. My uncle was stuck working Thursdays because two workers have it off. Me, and some dude with a brown fro. That said, I asked my uncle his opinion on me taking the first five hours of that shift from him. He told me to ask my father. Slipped my mind, but here's a chance!
During our soon to be vocal joust, he simply asks. "What's the life expectansy of a fly?" Now I thought "My this is a random question but that was actually his way of talking me down. Remembering my ace, I sent him a neutral text asking for that extra five hours I wanted. Bam he calls me back like some sort of sorry girlfriend.
And just like that, I showed up my old man. :)