Who Cares About Getting Fired? Not Me.
I went into work today because my options were few:
-Don't go to work and go to the doctor
-Go to work
-Get fired
It was okay. Everybody was sick, and one girl actually collapsed twenty minutes into her shift because she ended up working the past two days with freaking pnemonia, and when she wanted to go home, the assistant manager mocked her and threatened to fire her.
But that's all fine because it's friggin TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY. I just logged into twitter to see if any of you had mentioned it. Thanks, Kate! If I had a phone, I would text you back, but I won't until next week.
Labels: blah blah blah, holidays

2 Comments:
Maybe your assistant manager should hang out with the Houston Walgreens manager that told his evacuated employees they'd be fired if they didn't show up for their shifts.
Maybe he'll burn in hell with him, too.
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