The house of the Fucking Hat.
It never ceases to amaze me. I hear people at work bitch all the time they don't get enough hours at the H.O.T.F.H and yet if any one calls them to pick up a shift they don't do it. Or they are always trying to give up the shifts they do have.I picked up a shift this Sat am. I'm not crazy about having to give up one of my days off; but with a car payment now I need to.
The St. Patty's day party went well even with the Fucking Moron getting blind stinking drunk. I just warned those who have not had the misfortune of meeting him previously on how wasted he was going to get. I will give him this much. When his daughter Lisa & her boyfriend Millhouse dragged his ass out of here he did shake every one's hand good bye and said it was a pleasure to meet them.
Sadly he could not remember any one's name and at that point one of my co workers gave him a fake name.
We were rolling with laughter over that one. So much so the next day I was able to have Steve whip out the label maker and make Annie a new name tag that would read "Jane". Then Annie & I had fun waiting to see how long it would take our coworkers a the H.O.T.F.H. to notice the name change.
Yeah, simple minds. Simple pleasures.
