What crap! I get sick once a damn year, and I'm treated like I'm a plague carrier. I get it, I've got a cold and I'm wearing a mask so other people don't get sick off of me. But is it really necessary to ground me?!

For the next two weeks, I'm not on duty. Fuck.

Children. You know how unruly those little snot suckers can be? Well damn, do I have a story to tell.

So, I started the day out like normal. Came into work knowing I had to take a group into 1929, New York for black tuesday. Went into the changing room to put the right era duds on, and come out to my group. The boss hadn't even bothered to tell ( Read more... )