My dad tells me this morning that I can work for him all of next week until Saturday, when Donna needs me. I go upstairs to talk to Donna, and what does she say? She says that no, she needs me to do the table on Friday and Saturday (two days with eight hours in the sun in a row is not pleasant). That pissed my dad off. So now I'm sitting here
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Tell me that you've never been just a bit pissed off at one of your bosses (the origional paragraph of this entry seems to indicate that you have)...it doesn't mean that I'm sitting in Cooper office performing hexes on your mother. It just means that I think it sucks that four people (or more, if U-crew is working) are stuck for six hours when there aren't any groups on campus.
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