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Dear Greater Union, Birch Carroll and Coyle,
Back in the day of that fateful work meeting when James and I got together, you mentioned we would be turning into EVENT cinemas. Yay, we all said.
Then we all turned up to work about two weeks later and had to start saying "V-MAX" instead of "G-MAX". We all fondly made a few vagina jokes and moved on.
Then someone stuck up a sign reading "SCOOP ALLEY" in the candy bar, and we all had a giggle about how ridiculous we'd look standing behind a candy counter with SCOOP ALLEY. Someone said we'd all be wearing different coloured shirts to correspond with our areas of work. Hee.
And then there was nothing.
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS:
OH THE HORROR!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME WORKPLACE!?!
Thankfully none of them are me. Yet.
And it's only my work department. Waaah. Everyone else gets to keep their uniforms! WTH.
Hm. Perhaps they don't realise that someone who's almost 6 ft tall (with a great deal of it LEGS) and alright boobs (yes, yes. I blame him for the ego) is going to look like a HUSSY.
In Campbelltown.
I'm not going to be ridiculed. Hah, no, you can laugh that off.
I'M GOING TO BE ATTACKED.
D:
But, at least I have a job. I'm grateful for it. I'll wear it if i have to. But man. -shakes head-
Back in the day of that fateful work meeting when James and I got together, you mentioned we would be turning into EVENT cinemas. Yay, we all said.
Then we all turned up to work about two weeks later and had to start saying "V-MAX" instead of "G-MAX". We all fondly made a few vagina jokes and moved on.
Then someone stuck up a sign reading "SCOOP ALLEY" in the candy bar, and we all had a giggle about how ridiculous we'd look standing behind a candy counter with SCOOP ALLEY. Someone said we'd all be wearing different coloured shirts to correspond with our areas of work. Hee.
And then there was nothing.
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS:
OH THE HORROR!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME WORKPLACE!?!
Thankfully none of them are me. Yet.
And it's only my work department. Waaah. Everyone else gets to keep their uniforms! WTH.
Hm. Perhaps they don't realise that someone who's almost 6 ft tall (with a great deal of it LEGS) and alright boobs (yes, yes. I blame him for the ego) is going to look like a HUSSY.
In Campbelltown.
I'm not going to be ridiculed. Hah, no, you can laugh that off.
I'M GOING TO BE ATTACKED.
D:
But, at least I have a job. I'm grateful for it. I'll wear it if i have to. But man. -shakes head-