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| quote: | Originally posted by idoru
So tonight/tomorrow is my works six-month inventory. I'm the evening dairy clerk what's-it, so it was my responsibility (as if it's different than any other day) to work everything from the back to the shelf, bla bla bla. This required staying as late as possible. I was scheduled in at 3PM 'til 10PM. I stayed until 1AM. No problem, because I love working with the freight crew because they're funny as hell, and my work is kicking one of my managers to freight crew and demoting him, so watching freight crew give him nothing but was hilarious and it had me in tears.
Anyways...
I just got home, looked at when I work tomorrow (or today, rather). Ten in the ing morning. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: |
Just go late.
Tell them your dad had a car accident, and you had to pick him up to go to the police station so he could make a statement. The guy who caused the accident was out of his mind on drugs - It was a pretty full-on scenario really. Your dad is pretty lucky. |
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