whiski_sour | Mmmm...vampire ice cream

Morey has come back to the dayshift. I kept calling him a vampire (he does the most cracktastic vampire impersonation) and he told me I reminded him of some psychotic chick from a B-movie that would attack random people because she had a twisted sense of rage.

I reminded him that I hadn't prowled alleys looking for victims in a long time. He pointed out that I was stalking them in the parking lot. I made a mental note to bring garlic to work.

Dan wouldn't let me, Sharon, and J.Lo walk to McDonald's for ice cream. However, said nothing when we had an extra smoke break. He kinda sucks like that sometimes.

Sharon came over and sat on the floor with me as I was changing my costume jewelry labels. She was done zoning and didn't feel like finding something else to do. J.Lo came over to talk with us, too. Dan walked by and just shook his head.

Me: What are you shaking your head for?
Dan: Three people in jewelry?
Sharon: We're helping Chesh*.
Dan: When doesn't she need help?
Me: One day I'll get the psychiatric help I really need, but today is not that day.

No wonder he won't let us get ice cream. Wouldn't look too good, management letting the inmates out of the asylum.