- What about the previous work week were you most looking forward to getting away from?

Just in case some of you don't know, I was recently promoted to the position of day time manager at the Mega Gristedes on E. 86th St. b/w 1st and 2nd Aves. They only have me at 25 hours/week, but whatever. It gives me more time to work on my beats. Y'all, Thursday night was wild. I usually work from 8am-4pm, but Jose, the manager who was supposed to relieve me asked if I could cover for him until 8pm. I was pissed! I had plans to hit up happy hour at Aces and Eights with my homeboy Julius. He and I get nasty on the Beer Pong table on Thursday nights. Bitches swoon when I sink that last cup and Julius and I perform our patented victory dance. It's a cross between the Ickey Shuffle and the Superman . Anyways, I also knew that we had 4 fucking deliveries coming in that evening and a new Stoneyfield Farms Yogurt display to set up at the front of the store. I hate that shit. I usually have to construct these elaborate cardboard displays and they never have any instructions. Like I know how to piece together a three-dimensional cardboard dairy cow. Plz. To make a hella long story madd short. I missed happy hour beer pong (Julius was mad as fuck) and Jose never showed. Apparently his live-in sister-in-law was in some sort of INS raid and he had to help her out. I had to work until Midnight. Even though I made that Stoneyfield Farm display look gangsta and people were buying delicious smoothies and organic yogurt left and right that night, I was still eager for the weekend.