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Nothing at work really throws me any more.
Last week, I got called in to do a 4/4:15pm shift at 4:20. That just makes me go, "Eh, that sounds like work."
The thing that really got me was the day following that, I rock up to work, and I walk past the store manager, who is a giant asshat and he looks like the G-man from Half-Life 2, and my manager. I get to the sign on clock and my manager comes up behind me and I'm certain she wants something, so I question it.
"I'm doing a shaving check," She looks at my face for a second or three, "Go get a razor from cosmetics and shave."
So I give her the you're fucking-with-me look.
"I'm serious. The state manager is in. The area manager is in. The IT guys are in. It'd just be really embarrassing."
I like the woman, she's nice, she lets me get away with stuff I probably shouldn't be able to and she listens to my suggestions, so I'm not going to argue with her, considering I know that the order didn't come from her.
So there I am, shaving in the bathroom at work, and my phone rings. My supervisor wants to know where I am. Razor in one hand, phone in the other and a bad case of shaving rash.
I explain to my supervisor what happened and she was even more shocked than I was.
I should have petty cashed some shaving cream.
Last week, I got called in to do a 4/4:15pm shift at 4:20. That just makes me go, "Eh, that sounds like work."
The thing that really got me was the day following that, I rock up to work, and I walk past the store manager, who is a giant asshat and he looks like the G-man from Half-Life 2, and my manager. I get to the sign on clock and my manager comes up behind me and I'm certain she wants something, so I question it.
"I'm doing a shaving check," She looks at my face for a second or three, "Go get a razor from cosmetics and shave."
So I give her the you're fucking-with-me look.
"I'm serious. The state manager is in. The area manager is in. The IT guys are in. It'd just be really embarrassing."
I like the woman, she's nice, she lets me get away with stuff I probably shouldn't be able to and she listens to my suggestions, so I'm not going to argue with her, considering I know that the order didn't come from her.
So there I am, shaving in the bathroom at work, and my phone rings. My supervisor wants to know where I am. Razor in one hand, phone in the other and a bad case of shaving rash.
I explain to my supervisor what happened and she was even more shocked than I was.
I should have petty cashed some shaving cream.