The Andy Rocco: Love, Life, and Kinkos
Then I said it "Thank, god for comedy"
My director and friend, Curtis turned to me.
"It makes me forget that everyhthing else, in my life that is going wrong" I said. He laughed, said "Of, course!"
Later, I told was telling him about work (At Kinko's).
"That's funny, you should write..."
(REAL TIME: RIGHT NOW Tuesday, 8:32)
A real loud alram is going off. My assiant manager Bart is testing the alram. He walks by and says "Sorry, Andrew. I got to test it." He then walks away pluging his ears with his hands. This alram is fucking loud. It sounds 8,000 loud birds on acid having sex really fast. It stopped and my ears hurt and now I'm in foul mood.
"Sorry, Andrew I got to test it"
Fuck you. You didn't have to test! My father had alram on his bussiness for years, and I never heard of him testing it!
I'm at work, but I'm not punched in yet. I can't punch in until 9am, so I can sit at one of the self serve computers, and fool around.
15 minutes until work, Christ! Kinko's has alredy invaded my personal time. Time where I was going start an journal, of my thoughts and feelings, but fucking Kinko's invades on it!
Time skip
(REAL TIME: Work over.)
Now, where was I...
I was thinking of what to call this thing. I realize that the title I left on just says "The Andy Rocco" Maybe, I should just call it that.
Hmmm...
Then I said it "Thank, god for comedy"
My director and friend, Curtis turned to me.
"It makes me forget that everyhthing else, in my life that is going wrong" I said. He laughed, said "Of, course!"
Later, I told was telling him about work (At Kinko's).
"That's funny, you should write..."
(REAL TIME: RIGHT NOW Tuesday, 8:32)
A real loud alram is going off. My assiant manager Bart is testing the alram. He walks by and says "Sorry, Andrew. I got to test it." He then walks away pluging his ears with his hands. This alram is fucking loud. It sounds 8,000 loud birds on acid having sex really fast. It stopped and my ears hurt and now I'm in foul mood.
"Sorry, Andrew I got to test it"
Fuck you. You didn't have to test! My father had alram on his bussiness for years, and I never heard of him testing it!
I'm at work, but I'm not punched in yet. I can't punch in until 9am, so I can sit at one of the self serve computers, and fool around.
15 minutes until work, Christ! Kinko's has alredy invaded my personal time. Time where I was going start an journal, of my thoughts and feelings, but fucking Kinko's invades on it!
Time skip
(REAL TIME: Work over.)
Now, where was I...
I was thinking of what to call this thing. I realize that the title I left on just says "The Andy Rocco" Maybe, I should just call it that.
Hmmm...
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