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Gas Station Tweeker Cat

Sign from a gas station I saw this picture and had to share it. It took me back to my graveyard shift at the gas station days. Those 24oz. Monster Energy drinks are no joke! During my graveyard time, I dabbled in about every energy drink that exists. I don’t recommend getting hooked. Why is … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #15

More Nightly Douchebaggery From The Past: Many people approach my window with the air around them saying, “I am better than you.” I’ve concluded it is simply because I am behind this window and they are not. I’m sure most of them don’t have the best jobs or even a job. But at that moment … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #14

Actual Word for Word Writings While at Work: October 3, 1998 2:26am Why are there so many cars out right now? It looks 10:00pm for crying out loud. I’m cold, tired, and bored. I’m sitting here in my little chair, staring out my hopefully bulletproof glass windows. Oh my goodness, a car pulls in. A … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #12

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: Cont… A eighteen year old guy stops by at least once a week to buy condoms. The part that tickles me, is no matter if other people are around or not (mostly not) he get’s really close to the window and whispers, “Can I get a pack of Trojans?” … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #11

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: Cont… Some nights are just fun, and full of lighthearted goodness. A 400, at least, pound man asks for a pack of lubricated condoms and a jar of vaseline. Behind him cleaning windows of the car he stepped out of, is a man 120 pounds wet. These are not … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #10

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: Cont… I was inside the convenience store area mopping when a red pick-up pulls up to the front doors. A young man gets out, and is practically leaning on the (thank god) locked doors. His hands (no lie) are covered in blood. “Hey, can you please let me in” … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #9

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: Cont… I, of all people know about hard times, but almost every night I have a pathetic amount of change thrown into the tray. “Thirty two cents on pump five,” poor son-of-a-bitch says. (Who if they live around here most likely spent all their money on black tar heroin, … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #8

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: It’s a seemingly average boring night, and monotony is in abundance. During a dead hour, when no cars or people seem to be out; two cars pull into the parking lot. At first glance, it’s just a baby exchange. The father hands over the precious bundle to the mother, … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #7

The World Is My Bathroom: Cont… The adventures in human waste don’t stop there. My mind snaps a little every time I have to make large piles of feces disappear. Seriously, there is an OPEN toilet waiting for you across the street. What possesses even the contributors-to-the-downfall-of-society to take a dump in a gas station … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #6

The World Is My Bathroom: As if the attitudes are not enough to deal with over toilet issues, there is a whole other aspect to the misery of CLOSED restrooms. One memorable night two young men pulled up to the gas pump closest to me. They approach. Young man #1 (dope dealer #1) says, “ten … Continue reading

The Graveyard Shift Diaries #5

Holding on to my sanity is just another nightly duty. Every denial to the public brings forth a tailspin of insults, threats, and obscenities. My life is threatened over the restroom (not nice) and also for things like, not being able to break one hundred dollar bills. It’s 3am, it is not my fault you … Continue reading