WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!
Phone rings. I'm awake. I grab it.
Me: Yeah.
Annie (one of the register girls who usually comes in early): Uh, Renji?
Me: Yeah, what?
Her: The boss is super-pissed at you.
Me: WHY?
Her: Um, the freezer got left open last night . . . or at least it wasn't shut all the way, so everything melted and the kitchen's almost flooded.
Me: FUCK. Wait, why's he mad at me?
Her: He thinks you were the one working last night.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK. I WASN'T.
Her: So, um, you might want to come in now and tell him that you weren't, because he was talking about firing you. Yelling, really.
Me: MOTHERFUCKER. CAN'T HE CHECK THE FUCKING SCHEDULES?!
Her: . . . bye?
WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM?! I WASN'T WORKING LAST NIGHT! HE SHOULD KNOW BECAUSE HE WROTE THE GODDAMNED SCHEDULE!!
FUCKING SHITFACED --
Shit. That bastard fires me, I'm gonna punch his face in.