Work.
School’s out. But I feel like I’m gonna Shout. Cuz the thought enters my mind: WORK! And my head gives an involuntary jerk. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cringe. Everything falls on top my head as the peg hangs on the hinge. Every time I hear that Easter commercial, Hop Hop Hop. I feel like my brain is gonna Pop Pop Pop! Stupid, inane labels drive me nuts. By the end of the night, my hands are full of cuts. Cuz the stupid boxes are always in my way. I can’t even find this stupid lei. Scooby doopy do where are you? Any minutes without hearing this song are few. All those balloons kill your fingers. And the music from 1800 still lingers. Pinatas can be so frustrating. And the customers are so aggravating. If you haven’t guess it already I work at Party City. Please be merciful to all who work there. Because for them life just isn’t fair. If you want a job, pick any other place. For if you work there many evils you will face.This is truely not as funny unless you work there..so bare with me. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 12:39 PM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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"School’s out...."