Work hasn't been so bad lately, which is a blessing. It helps to make the wait a bit more bearable, if you know what I mean.
I haven't had any run-ins with Sammy. I am counting my blessings on that one because I'm hearing more and more crap about her. To be perfectly blunt, she's actually scaring me a little. A lot of the other cashiers are getting pretty pissed off at her because she's riding their skidplates over stupid crap. That tears it-- she really is from my old
I just dread getting on board that airplane. But whatever it takes, I guess.
--Weasel, "Gotta finish packing my bags..."
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