Wash my dishes!!!!!!!!

Good evening terdballs! I recently began a new job at an all day breakfast restaurant washing peoples' dishes and scrubbing their tables, and let me tell you, people are FILTHY (myself included). And they waste like hell. I could eat three square meals a day for a month with the food I've scraped into the garbage of stranger's plates for one shift. Fuck.
Anyways, on a happier note, the work is easier, and I get along quite well with all my coworkers. Isn't that just fucking spectacular? I bet you're all riveted to know that.
A friend of mine sent me a script the other day. he writes scripts and for the most part, they become short films made by himself and a few other friends (sometimes me!). It had an interesting concept. A woman is dying, and people continuously approach her and congratulate her because she is passing away and surely moving on to a great afterlife in Heaven. I won't get into it and explain the entire thing because it's very long and complex and time consuming (and mostly because I'm lazy and don't care about you), but essentially you get the feeling that the people are so excited to die and get to Heaven that they no longer really place value in human life or enjoy our time on Earth. Interesting, no?
I work with a guy, and he was saying today that he had to go to Church after work. He work 8 hours today, and was complaining about how he didn't want to go to Church, but he had too. He said he was going to sleep through it. What the fuck is the point of going to worship something if you're going to sleep through your mandated weekly worship time? If you don't want to go, just don't. Stay home and sleep. I'm sure God will understand. Of course, the Holy Church might not, they missed their opportunity to lecture you and collect your donation to a worthy cause.
I'm going to bed. Until next time darlings. Hugs and Kisses.