sizable drama at work. this dude (texas D), whom everyone's trying to get fired, shows up with a broken up arm after a bicycling accident monday night. i don't mean to be dismissive, but why do these things always befall woefully inexperienced cyclists?

anyway, his elbow pin surgery is gonna cost a bundle, and his friend, a former cook who is being reconstructed as a bartender, was in tonight to train to replace him (i don't think he fully realizes his part in this betrayal). last night, texas D was being a typically obstreperous, irritated dick, additionally helpless with his newly immobilized arm, and the details of his behavior were (today) made clear to the manager, who already has him on probation. so his friend (training) informs him at some point that he's being talked smack about. tex calls the restaurant and tells me to 'nip any gossip in the bud' at about 10 pm. good ole morphine. my girl M says: "D has an ally? that's new."

i guess my boy ("your friend. your friend...? at the bar? you know, your FRIEND?..") broke down under the influence of D's increasingly agony-riddled groans and drove him to a pharmacy to get his pain meds filled last night. apparently this is an ordeal if attempted too late and, curiously, yielded nothing. i kept querying as to whether the drugs were supposed to be scored on the street or what the hell...all-night pharmacies are, apparently, not as easy-access as winona ryder during a full moon.

additional supports were called in.

that's what i have to say about my boy. and work drama.

nothing happens on my shift. if it does, i just deny ehr'thang........