I walked into work today, energy drink in hand, ready to face the day. My main kitchen manager walks up to me. "Ah, Society." (As in "Menace II," the word "Menace" being one of three words that rhyme with my name, etc.) "You, uh, can go home. Your schedule changes weren't approved by the head managers. So you've been given the night off. And talk to the cooks, get yourself something to eat, the managers will comp it tonight. Least we can do after you walked here." So. Here I am. San duties on a Saturday night. Now HOW to spend it. Maybe I'll take in that Dark Knight thing tonite... I just don't know! This has NEVER happened to me, in my 8+ years of being employed, anywhere! ♫: Savatage ~ "Not What You See"
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