Honor among thieves

[siren_viola]

Generally, I like my job. I've been there for almost two months now, and so far it's cake compared to... other jobs I've had. I'm working at a small ladies boutique at the closest mall selling unmentionables. Vague enough? Most people who think they know me would think it's quite a fitting profession. But, what was surprising was discovering that I was actually good at it. It's not commission work, and I'm getting paid less than my last job, which is pretty sad, indeed. It's been really difficult the last couple months, because I'm not working half as many hours as I was. But! There is a light at the end of the tunnel, as they say. My boss wants to promote me to a higher position, which would pay more than I was ever getting at any theatre. And because there seems to be general unrest with the second and third positions in the hierarchy, I might be promoted higher...which would, of course, be fine with me. Needless to say, I need to get promoted and I don't really care which position I get. I just have to keep working my ass off until I get it. Now, here's where I start talking about what happened yesterday. Something like the third key stealing my sales. Now, THAT is extremely unfortunate leading to a lot of aggravation.
I'm hungry. I should really get off this thing and get ready to go to the bar-b-que. Or two...depending on how hungry I am. Oh, who am I kidding?!?