Sick again and maybe unemployed

Ember gave me her crud. Not sure how. I know it wasn’t the fun way. I mean really, if you’re going to give someone the flu/bronchitis/crud you should at least make out with them, you know what I mean?

Not sure if I’m going to have a job by the end of the day tomorrow. I kept getting frowny looks from the managers today and none of them would talk to me. That’s usually a sign someone’s on his way out. I don’t know what they expect: I’m doing the best I can. Rah-Rah is out on maternity until January (at least) so I’m alone in the busiest department in the frakking store during the busiest season of the year. Of course it’s going to look like crap all the time, but I work my freight and I straighten my shelves between helping customers.

I know I’m going to get yelled at tomorrow morning because the bitch manager told me there was a float full of merchandise that had been on the floor for three days and it needed to dissapear. I told her I was working on it between customer calls and “won’t go out” means “won’t go out” not “I didn’t feel like trying”. I did the best I could. There’s less merchandise on the float now than there was before but it’s still there. She’ll get over it, or I’ll get another damn job.