#sooubway

just saw a post one of my mutuals reblog mention Subway in it and now im realizing just how much i miss subway.... theres no subway around where i live and i love subway......... i love filling it with olive and tomado and lettus and chicken and pepper and onion and salami and ham and papperjack cheese and no sauce on toasted bread

Charlie: Caught a big ol' case of the Fuck Yous. Vaggie: *snorts* A big ol' case of the Fuck Yous... Charlie: That's what I'm talking about. Vaggie: I get that every time I order a sandwich at Subway. Charlie: Pfft... what do you mean? Vaggie: It's like... if there's somebody... but like... everything about Subway is... is, like, infuriating. Charlie: Really? Vaggie: Yeah, it's like... *flashback to every time Vaggie was at Subway (in Hell)* The people in front of you take to long, and, like, there's no drive thru, and like... *end flashback* It's just all... I dunno, I'm over exaggerating, obviously, but Subway is like, the land of inconveniences. Charlie: Yeah, it's... I mean... Vaggie: It's like... (sighs) I have to be... okay... and they're like *flashback* "What do you want?" and I'm like, "uhh, sweet onion chicken teriyaki foot long on flat bread," and then they're like, "what bread?" "flat bread," and they're like, "oh, okay." Then they're like "did you say foot long?" "Yes, I said foot long." *end flashback* Charlie: Yeah, and like... Vaggie: "You want cheese?" Charlie: You already have so many bad experiences with the place that it, like, it becomes self-fulfilling prophecy. Like, the second you walk in, they're like, "hi, how can I help you?" and you're like, "UGH! With this shit again!" Vaggie: Not this again! *they both start laughing, flashback* And it's like, "you want cheese?" "Yeah, can I get, um... swiss cheese?" and they're like, "what kind?" and it's like... fucking... Charlie: Yeah, you know, the kind I just said? Vaggie: And they're like... "toasted?" and it's like... "you can't have the flat bread and not toast it!" (A hellmate videotapes Vaggie on their phone, showing a sign on Vaggie's ass that says "PROPERTY OF CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR") "It's like, spongy, gross, starchy-ass fucking bread! It's meant to be toasted! Of course I want it toasted!" And then, they fucking toast it, and they start helping the people behind you, and it sits in the toaster for twenty seconds longer than it's supposed to, and I'm like, "I JUST WANT LUNCH!" Charlie: You are... *continues laughing* Vaggie: And then they fucking take it out, and it's like another person, and you have to fucking get a read on their personality, and it's like "goddammit!" And they're like, "what do you want?" and I'm like, "uh, spinach," and they just... fucking... destroy it with spinach, just, like, an avalanche of spinach. And I'm like, "I want, like, five other vegetables! You can't just fill it up with spinach and think that's all it's gonna be! Charlie: *continues laughing* Wow! Wow. Vaggie: And then, I'm like, "onions," and they're like, "okay!" And they put like, two onions on it. And I'm like, "MOAR ONION PLZ!" *the girls continue laughing* And then, when you get some weird combination of condiments, like fucking, "can I get mayonnaise, and also, sweet onion sauce?" And they throw up their eyebrows a little bit like, "woah." Charlie: "Woah, woah." Vaggie: And I'm like, "don't fucking judge me! I'll eat what I want! I can make my own sandwich at home!" *end flashback, the girls continue laughing* Charlie: "Don't fucking judge me!"... Wow!

My manager really tried to schedule me for a 45 hour work week with no days off, yeah that ain’t worth the slightly more than $300 I’d be making after tax.