Gray Matter Kimmie

I couldn’t handle it, doodz, my foray into working at Wienerschnitzel. I did a four hour training shift, where the manager told me to call the cops on people smoking pot or drinking at work and all this other bullshit, but I finally just couldn’t handle being shrieked at the irritable and incomprehensible old cook, who’d been working for 23 years. After she yelled at me for not knowing that something contained chili fries, I said, “You know what, fuck this, I can’t handle it. I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time,” and I took off my disgusting shirt and clocked out. I think I can do slightly better than that.