I Like To Think I'm Funny

I worked my first day-shift today at the bar that I work at, and there are lots of incredibly fun jobs to do that aren't possible to do at nighttime, like;
cleaning all the shelves,


learning how to make coffee with the biggest coffee machine in the world, and writing on the chalkboard. The latter of which is something that is very time consuming and difficult. It has to be straight, legible, of reasonable size, consistently written, blahblahblahhhhblahblahblah. I knew that if I was given it as a job then I'd be doing it for absolutely ages, 'cause I'd have to re-do it over and over and over, so I asked if my colleague could do it instead and he refused. Point blank.
"I can't write straight, Sam".
But how did he know I could? I'd never done it before, so his excuse was proper rubbish, but it did need doing, and it distracted me from my other... fun ... jobs... so I hypothesised many variations of how I should re-write the board....


Ahahahaaaaaa, I'm so witty. Seriously, I'm underappreciated.