"And this one time Scooter had a ball of yarn and blah blah blah..."

Today was the 4th of July potluck at work. Also, the fucking longest day ever, for some reason. So glad it's overrrrrr. Too bad I have to work tomorrow though. It's gonna be boring as shit cause it's just me and the one assistant manager that pretty much hates me and only talks to me when she goes on her 30-minute diatribes about something cute her cat did. Alls I know is, it's gonna be yet another long day. But at least I get some overtime, and I could use a little extra scratch, so I'll deal with it.

So, it turns out you can't plug a Rocket Grill and a George Foreman grill into the same outlet in an office because it will trip the circuit breaker about every 40 seconds. Lesson learned. We ended up just using the Rocket Grill because that thing is AWESOME. Too bad the stupid bags are so hard to find.

Here's some pics!

Bosses making burgers and dogs.

She loves a good weiner. (had to, sorry.)

I brought in my own special super diety fat-free dogs and turkey burgers...like a super nerd.

My lunch. I didn't even eat any doritos. No small feat for me, remember that.

All the good stuff I stayed away from. (frowny-face)

More news on the CHICKEN FRONT:

Carlos said the chicken already has a name, and it's Chuck. I thought of Chuck as soon as I saw him, but I felt it was a little cliche. But as long as it's someone else being cliche and not me, I will go with it. CHUCK RULES!

I got quite a few responses for people willing to show him a good time, so I am EXCITED! I'll work on it this weekend. As a teaser, here is a pic of Chuck ignoring my advances. Good times.

I need some chap stick. Alright, time to go make spaghetti.