Don't call it a comeback!
I had my first day back at the deli again. Well, hmm...let's just say when Deb said they were shorthanded, well...when 5:00 rolled around, I wished I had a gun. Or that a bomb threat would be called in. Why do they all come in then, WHY?!?! Go somewhere else, I don't want to slice your meat, cheese, give you 20 pieces of chicken or whatever the hell else you want. All part of the job I know, but some extra help would be lovely. Only 3 people working that time of night kind of sucks.
I cut my finger today while I was playing with a razor. I know, stupid, but I didn't even realize I did it until I looked at my finger and thought, "Wow, an injury already. I really am back." It's not serious though, just a little baby cut.
Speaking of bomb threats, I had a dream a bomb went off in Cacciatore's. It was kind of weird, since all the managers basically told us to duck and cover. I wonder what that means...
I cut my finger today while I was playing with a razor. I know, stupid, but I didn't even realize I did it until I looked at my finger and thought, "Wow, an injury already. I really am back." It's not serious though, just a little baby cut.
Speaking of bomb threats, I had a dream a bomb went off in Cacciatore's. It was kind of weird, since all the managers basically told us to duck and cover. I wonder what that means...