So I just opened the trash can at work and I think something may have died in there.
Gross. I thought I might see my morning coffee again.
An overwhelming sense of dirtiness has crept up inside of me. I feel I must shower. And yet, I can not because I still have four hours of hell left to complete.
I am working the main store for the next two weeks. Very different.
We shall see if I am still sane after all is said and done. But there is now discussion on who should take the trash out.
You, her, anybody!! But you can damn sure bet on the fact that none of that is my trash, and just becuase I am filling in for awhile because the bosses are off to Russia to buy a wife, does not mean I am going to take that shit out. I will not!!!!
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