Ye Gods, my job is frakking ridiculous. There is absolutely no communication in that building whatsoever. Case in point:
On Monday I was sent outside to cover someone's break at the sidewalk sale. No big deal. There's a register out there, plugged in and running. Looks like I can ring people up out there, right?
Wrong. There's no damn money in the drawer. But I don't know that until after I ring up some poor putz and try to give him change.
Nice going, guys. Oh, and it was real classy of you to send my replacement out there and not tell her to let me know that I was wanted back in the fricking building. Ace job, you brain drains.
--Weasel, "Different day, same horseshit."
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