Daily bread (part 1?)

I'm at work right now, yes, WORK. I landed a job as a cleaner at IS109Q
at 92nd ave and 214th street working for a friend of my dad's. Its hard,
takes FOREVER, requires constant moving, and a shit load of lifting, but
at $16.00 an hour, it's not too shabby. I'm on a short break since it's
around 100 fucking degrees right now -.- I'm in the air conditioned
"lounge" (it sucks... dick) waiting to be sent back to work in about 10
minutes or so. All of the guys are either Jamacian, or Italian and of
course, they have the THICKEST accent IMAGINABLE. Omfg the fireman,
named Greg, is damn impossible to understand. Here's an example. What he
meant to say: "get the broom, put a clean rag on it, and sweep the spots
they missed on the wall." How he says it : "gat da boom an poot a clean
wag on et." Needless to say, I had the WTF O.O face on whenever he'd ask
for something. I can't wait to get out of here and see my baby. She's
currently at a credit recovery class, and should actually be on her way
home now. After I get out, I'm going to run to her house, and take her
out for some udon and jamba juica. Yes people, we're finally going to
get that damn jamba juice! xD
On a side note,
Artie/Mr. Pollicino (my boss) might send me from part time, to full
time. I'd get more money full time, but I really wouldn't have any free
time to see my beloved Sharon... I really hope he doesn't give me full
time, because if he does, I have to take it, if not, my dad will bitch
fit. If, God forbid, I do get full time, babe, if you're reading this,
just know that I'm doing this and getting as much money as I can for us,
for our future.
That's all for now, my break is over and I have to get my ass back to
work.
I love you so much, Sharon.
See you soon! <3
Ciao, blog.
--mhshsho