Oh, boy, some of my laaaaaaaast work stories....
I am definitely getting there...three days after today....
This is me and my imaginary friend dancing our special Friday happy dance in our new pajamas. This is a special Friday because it is the very last full Friday I will ever spend in this drab, dreary, dull warehouse.
Note: This friend is not a bunbury; I'm not using her to avoid anything. She is for celebration purposes, only.
Second Note: one doesn't have to be black and white and cute all over to have happy feet!
UPDATE: Our present supervisor told us that from now on, we would be encouraged to leave early every Friday--that is, those present will be in the position of either using vacation time or leaving early without pay. Just a few people would be working a full day on Fridays. I would not want to be in that position, and lo, I will not be. To start out, Supervisor told us he was taking volunteers to leave early, at any time they wished. So, Badseed and her stupid sidekick left at 8:00am! They were at work for ONE HOUR, and they spent that ONE HOUR sitting on their butts reading the yellow pages, looking for an open bar.
1. How do they get away with that crap at work? Easy: they're in a clique, the one that contains the workleader.
2. Did they find a bar in this area open at 8am? You don't care, huh? But do I or do I not work with the saddest, weirdest people??????
3. My luck has to be better next time.