the saga of the demon lady continues

so if anyone had taken my bet that the demon lady would quit after the whole sauce/pants fiasco, i would be out money right now.

and since i am a big one for credit-where-credit-is-due, this means she's got some incredible balls. cause let's face it, o beloved and ofttimes abused non-existant reader, the job of delivery driver is not the kind that conjures to the mind the word "career" (though i, myself have already been doing it for over a year, and don't see signs of leaving for greener pastures, so what does that say about me? but i digress.), and one could quite easily leave this job and find one smiling and being cute and folding shirts and doing one's best kathy lee gifford at some clothing store in the mall.

so after losing it completely in such a big way, and over something so trivial, and knowing your the topic of conversation around the water cooler for days afterwards, and the butt of everyone's jokes, to walk back in the store at all is a pretty ballsy move.

ballsy or fucking certifiable, only time will tell.

darth sardonic