"I can’t believe I actually typed goose mafia" pretty much sums up the current state of my life.
I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won’t take the easy road
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Hour and a half left. I am so done. I was wrong, though. District store managers today, district HR reps tomorrow, district perishable managers Wednesday. I just want to collapse a little.
Corporate baker is here training all of the perishable managers in the district on what we do. Like my fellow baker and I have…nothing to do. They are doing 75% of our job for us and that would be fine except we didn’t know until this morning that they’d be here (today and tomorrow) so we couldn’t actually schedule accordingly. So they’re going to be here and in the way for my entire shift. Woo. Singing profanity.
as much as i sometimes hate waking up super early i think i hate waking up for later shifts even more