ugh, $dayjob
So my boss got bitched out today by our DM on my behalf. Because even though I'm suppose to be spending 35 hours a week in my department, I've only been getting 32-33 hours a week and two-three days are spent on register, which means that my back room is not in the shape it should be.

And we got a truck today and I had four buggies of stuff outside my apparel room and DM shows up and says "What's all this?! D: D: D:" Dude, we just had a massive truck, you stupid fucktard, this is my freight. You know. The shit that I've got to get out, even though you want me to get all of the fall/winter shit clearance that's packed up?

I am displeased, guys. VERY DISPLEASED. I've got 40 hours next week (because this is how it goes: payroll is cut back again. And again, and again. We get behind. DM shows up and is unhappy. Gives us better payroll for a couple of weeks. Then payroll is cut again. I think you get it). Unfortunately, on Saturday (HALLOWEEEEEN~) I have to work 8-5. I was going to dress up but, uh, guess not. My costume is too hot to wear and work for that long. :(

However, NaNoWriMo starts in a couple of days and I'm feeling ALRIGHT.

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