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God, if any of you saw the SVU from last night, you'll know why I just burst into tears on my lunch break.
So fucking intense.
And goddamn everything if Mariska doesn't get a fucking Emmy for that episode.
Apparently, I'm the store bitch today.
I arrived at work and completely reorganized the stock room. We're talking thousands of t-shirts and sweatshirts here.
Then, I finally finish and Paul hands me 10 screens to clean. Basically, I drench the screen, my hands, my shirt, my pants, and everything around me in a fuming combination of paint thinner, emmulsion remover, and water over a giant tub of muck.
I think I should get paid time and a half for shit like this.
Regardless, I still fucking love my job.
So fucking intense.
And goddamn everything if Mariska doesn't get a fucking Emmy for that episode.
Apparently, I'm the store bitch today.
I arrived at work and completely reorganized the stock room. We're talking thousands of t-shirts and sweatshirts here.
Then, I finally finish and Paul hands me 10 screens to clean. Basically, I drench the screen, my hands, my shirt, my pants, and everything around me in a fuming combination of paint thinner, emmulsion remover, and water over a giant tub of muck.
I think I should get paid time and a half for shit like this.
Regardless, I still fucking love my job.