I have to be at work at 6 tomorrow morning. I’ve been complaining about this for a week.
So when someone asks if they can switch their shift today for mine tomorrow, naturally i tell them no, right? Right. Because A. I have a Sunday off I didn’t have to ask for; and B. It’s Shyenne and I don’t like Shyenne. Oh and C. I asked Shyenne to switch shifts with me once and she told me she was going out of town and then came in to shop three times during said shift.
Could’ve gotten out of the early shift, but I had to be a divvy div div (as Harrison Osterfield likes to say) and let my pettiness take over.
DAMN IT, PAST KRIS.











