In Which Alke Wonders Why She Hasn't Been Fired
I've graduated from "Goddammit, Alke" to "Alke, get out of my store." Wooooo.
When Emma (new person who is SO FRIGGIN' AWESOME LIKE WOA) was first hired, I told her that Saturdays are the Insubordination Derby. I did not lie.
Andrew: Okay, Mewtwo has better stats, but Mew can learn any TM or HM.
Chris: But I hate Mew! Mewtwo is better!
Andrew: But Mew is cute!
Chris: I hate cute things.
Me: So why do you keep hiring them?
Chris:
Chris: You look bored. I can fix that.
Me: But I'm making pretty colours.*
Chris: (ignoring the above) I've got plenty of things for you to do. *whacks me on the head with paperwork*
Me: But... colours.
Chris: *whacks me with paperwork a few more times while ranting about what I could be doing*
Me: Owww! So it's against policy for you to hug me, but hitting me is okay?
Chris: No, I'd just rather hit you.
I always hang around for a while after work to chat with the guys. Normally, it's verboten.
Me: *telling Mike first story above*
Chris: Get out of the store.
Me: In a minute.
Chris: Get out of the store.
Me: In a minute!
Chris: GET OUT OF MY STORE
Me: k bai.
*making pretty colours = highlighting the production sheet on which I keep track of what I've baked/thrown out. Used as an excuse to sit down when I'm having a dizzy spell.
When Emma (new person who is SO FRIGGIN' AWESOME LIKE WOA) was first hired, I told her that Saturdays are the Insubordination Derby. I did not lie.
Andrew: Okay, Mewtwo has better stats, but Mew can learn any TM or HM.
Chris: But I hate Mew! Mewtwo is better!
Andrew: But Mew is cute!
Chris: I hate cute things.
Me: So why do you keep hiring them?
Chris:
Chris: You look bored. I can fix that.
Me: But I'm making pretty colours.*
Chris: (ignoring the above) I've got plenty of things for you to do. *whacks me on the head with paperwork*
Me: But... colours.
Chris: *whacks me with paperwork a few more times while ranting about what I could be doing*
Me: Owww! So it's against policy for you to hug me, but hitting me is okay?
Chris: No, I'd just rather hit you.
I always hang around for a while after work to chat with the guys. Normally, it's verboten.
Me: *telling Mike first story above*
Chris: Get out of the store.
Me: In a minute.
Chris: Get out of the store.
Me: In a minute!
Chris: GET OUT OF MY STORE
Me: k bai.
*making pretty colours = highlighting the production sheet on which I keep track of what I've baked/thrown out. Used as an excuse to sit down when I'm having a dizzy spell.