I'm late again for like the millionth time for my shift at Hooters. It's not really my fault though. My boss is awful and cheap. He's always asking me to do things at the last minute, like today. TOday I had to blow a ton up a ton of balloons. Guess what? I did it because not only do I need my job but I like my job minus that manager. I'm livid as I come home with the balloons that cost me my job. So, before I even realize anyone is paying attention I bounce up and down on every balloon blow up. That's not enough though, I have to much them until they pop.