I am sitting on the couch. I am waiting to go back to work. Yes, back. I worked 6 hours today. Then just as I was getting ready to head into the last 2 hours of my shift one of the other managers boyfriends has a freaking heart attack. She came out of the office crying with her coat and purse. I thought "oh, no! They fired her. I'm next." Why would I think that? Well, our store is in the middle of BIG DRAMA! Like, Huge. Really BIG! Everything is changing. The big management has gotten rid of 8 people in our store and I am nervous. I know that I do my best and I try hard but maybe they don't think I do enough. So, when I saw her crying I thought I was done. Luckily, (if it is lucky to have a heart attack) she wasn't fired. She had to go to the hospital and being that I had only worked 6 hours "Store Director" decided to send me home for 4 hours and then I could come back at 10pm to work the last 2 hours of my shift. That way he doesn't have to pay any overtime. lame. really lame. So, here I am on the couch still in my uniform waiting to go back to work. All, I want to do is put on my pj's and wash my face. But, no I wait.
*p.s. I really hope that my co-worker's bf is ok.
2 comments:
You are the hardest worker they have. Your store is lucky to have you!
you have to have to have to call me when you are here!!
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