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1. I was hired to do Production.
2. Cassie was hired to do Express.
3. The regional manager has made it quite clear that there are supposed to be more people out in Express than behind the counter in Production at any given time.

So what do they do? They make me express, give Cassie the production job, and then rename three positions on the schedule as "Express" so it LOOKS like they're following orders, while in point of fact I am the ONLY PERSON IN THE STORE who is not behind the counter at any given time.

Oh yeah, and then they completely fuck my schedule over.

I'm pissed.

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I have bene sent home from work for being jittery and unable to concentrate and feeling like i'm shaking and very pale and weak but it's not low blood sugar or a fever and i don't know whats wrong wtih me.

Even when I only have half a day at work I get the idiots

You've all seen those old sepia-toned photos from Back In The Day, right? They're not in color, but they're not true black and white, either. They're more of a "brownscale" - they look that way because they were dipped in a toning solution that changed the color of the print from black to a rich brown, both for looks and because it helped preserve the image. I see it a lot in studio portraits from the 1920s-1950s.

People come in with their ancient studio portraits - IN SEPIA - run them on the color copier, and then come crying to me because their picture came out all brown and yellow and the original is "black and white." For crying out loud, if you hold the copy and the original right next to each other, you can see with your eyes that they are EXACTLY THE SAME in color and tone! How STUPID do you have to be not to realize this?

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As I strolled down along the quay
All in the lateness of the day,
I heard a lovely maiden say:
"Alack, for I can get no play."

A minstrel boy heard what she said
And straight he rushed to her aid,
But too much drink the task forbade,
And so the maid he could not lay.

Alack for I can get no play,
Oh woe is me and lackaday,
O chaste and pure I'll always stay,
Alack for I can get no play.

To mirror went she straightaway
And did her ruby hair array
And for her gown she much did pay
Though on her bod it should not stay.

Then down she walked along the street,
A handsome lad she chanced to meet,
And sore by dawn were her dainty feet,
But all the boys were gay.

Then cried she at the break of day
And hung her head in such dismay
To mourn the dearth of fine boo-tay
"Alack, for I can get no play."

Alack for I can get no play,
Oh woe is me and lackaday,
O chaste and pure I'll always stay,
Alack for I can get no play."


Cassandra Claire cracks me up.