Off day

Gunner man:
I worked six hours yesterday and made less than $18. Throughout those six hours I had zero sales and a total of three or four customers come in. Needless to say I was not in any mood to go in at 10 today, work for eight hours, charm older ladies, deal with little kids screaming in my ears, and look at bunions all day. I consider myself to be a smart ass, however, while being a smart ass I still maintain a level of professionalism at work. It is pure saltiness at its finest. Today, my extra saltiness and surly demeanor might have cost me some sales (just like the lack of PEDS cost me multiple sales last week). By the time I got home, I was in no mood to bike. I put on my workout clothes hoping to do a short 10 miler, but after talking a big game I Giggs'd out to eat dinner with my family, go for a walk, and wash down the shit burger that was my day with a chocolate milkshake from Ryan's. Tim, this is for you:
I know I promised more writings about my experience and love for the Marine Corps, and I will get to that beginning this month when I can get more free time. Keep reading for that and when I finally pick out a veterans non profit I will start posting the details of our fundraising. Plus, my sister doesn't think this blog is funny enough, so I guess I have to work on that as well.

I hate days off, but I hate my laziness even more.