I'm nervously (and in total vain) typing up a plea/argument for Full-time status to present to my Assistant Store Manager. Even though I know this is going to go over like a lead balloon, now is the time to throw it out with hope as one Full-timer is stepping down to Part-time status. The spot this opens is probably not to be filled at all, but I need to at least try just for my own sake, just to
know I tried.
Interestingly, though, I am listening to
N.W.A.'s Straight Outta Compton
. Probably not the best soundtrack to listen to as try to type up a Corporate Cracker sounding paper. I might slip up:
"Fuck you, Strawberry, give me what I want, or I'll slap you with 9 inches of limp dick!"
That'd be bad.
3 comments:
So! What happened? Did you get full-time status???
I don't know about the Full-time...*shakes his magic 8 Ball*
="Outlook does not look good"
Won't get told no, I mean find out anything until early September...maybe.
Aaaww, Velvet...my first drunk blogger comment, thanks, that's cute ha ha ha!
I return the eloquent belch!
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