Two in a Row!

So I'd like to say that "today was just a normal day, like any other," but I can't.  This is one of the first shifts I've ever worked at my new job, and it was my first closing shift.  However, it seems like what may or may not be the norm, with a few key exceptions.

I woke up, put my feet on the floor, walked to the bathroom like a dinosaur.  Took the dogs out, got some food, drank a Coca-Cola flavored caffeine beverage, etc.  It was 1pm and I didn't have to work until 6:30, so I just sat a around and played video games.  NC is quite a bit more comfortable at this time of year, so I just opened the back door and let a fan pull some of the fall breeze inside.  Our new phone was violently ringing off the hook all day long.  There were 8 new messages by the time I woke up, and it must have rang another 20-30 times before I left for work, all telemarketwhores.  Odd, but not life changing.  

Work time rolls around, I grab a diet coke, make a triple decker bologna sammich (fuckin fuck yea), drag in my dad's UPS package, lock the dogs in the kitchen, and head in to the Topper's Slave House.  

Things are already getting a bit smoother.  It's always interesting to start work at a new place.  It's not like my first few days are awkward or anything, it's just that I don't freakin know anyone.  Everyone here seems pretty cool, and I almost immediately feel accepted.  It's sad I'll have to look for a new job tomorrow.  These people seem cool as hell, I just think maybe they don't realize how bad they're being screwed over.

Deliveries, cleaning, etc.  My gay neighbor (henceforth known as geighbor) was texting me.  I went and hung out with him and his friends the other day, and he's been texting me.  I jokingly said we could hang out as long as it wasn't a date, which he was apprehensive about.  He asked why it couldn't be a date, and I said "because I like my dates to have less penises."  I think he's mad cuz I haven't heard back.  lol.

I took one run to a pretty average hotel down the street, and its a place where they need to come meet me at the lobby.  I call, he says he's coming.  I'm giving him the order and telling him the price, and strangely, I recognize the voice.  I look up, and my brain slowly but surely realized who I was talking to.  I looked down at the ticket.  "Bill."  Holy shit, THIS IS BILL BURR.  I say, "Hey, aren't youuuuu.......," and before I could finish he said "Yea.  I am.  Got any parmesan?"  HA!  I left him alone and went on my way, but it was a hell of an experience.  I don't think I've ever met any famous people before.  Not that I was blown away by his super-human awesomeness or some shit.  He only tipped $3 after all, but it was cool.

Finish up, closing Toppers is a breeze.  And it damn well better be when I'm working for lockness monster wages.  Followed.... um..... Rod...ney.... I think his name is.... to the bank.  Drove home.  Let the dogs out.  Opened up a beer, typed dis shit, took a sip, BAM.  Done.