Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Of Mice

So, The Manager told me, yesterday, that Fuckburger is going to be our DM. Then she asked me not to quit. Then she promised that I'd never be scheduled when Fuckburger is coming to the store. Then she asked me not to quit again. Then she asked me to promise not to quit. I told her that I won't quit unless I have another job lined up. (I never told her the reason for the test I took in Cow City.) She asked me to promise not to quit. I told her I couldn't make promises that I couldn't keep and walked out of the back room.

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