Holy Fucking shit! It looks like the new bar I am working at finally cleared the City of Chicago red tape and will be opening this weekend. [It's about time you motherfucking overpaid and under worked city officials.] Shit, this place could have been up and running months ago; the infrastructure was in place, but the broke-ass city had to furlough a bunch of vital employees that process permits and inspections and stuff.
But all of that is in the past. And working on Super Bowl Sunday should be super busy, so hopefully (fingers crossed) I'll fucking bank on that shit. OH! And I'm pretty goddamn sure I'll be working alongside this totally hot guy named "Cole". He's like the prototype for my perfect future ex-boyfriend; tattoos everywhere, his fashion sense ended probably when he was a sophomore in college and he's a skateboarder. Did I mention his name is "Cole"? H to the O to the T 'yo!
