I should not complain about work because I’m extremely, extremely lucky to have a job… but having to work at 6am four days in a row is turning me into one cranky ass bitch.
I mean, I only really took the job because it’s supposedly Michael Cera’s favorite Portland coffee shop. Not really, but really. Seriously. In February he went to my coffee shop 3 days in a row. He will return. I can’t wait to meet/kiss him sometime in the near future. Michael, I’m sticking this out for you.
When he finally comes in, will you give him my number? Thanks, bff. I owe you one.
finally comes in,...my number? Thanks, bff. I owe you one.