"Mars may mess you up: Astrologers believe that the red planet in retrograde could be making your life very strange."
Oh, Yahoo! News, reporting on the important issues--as always.
The man across from me is having a mental breakdown of some sort. He keeps wiping his palms on his pants and rocking back and forth.
I'm waiting for him to crank up the Radiohead and sob into his hands.
The only reason I'm back on the internets today is because this is my only free night until I'm forced to perform a seven day stretch for el Macy's.
All. Closing. Shifts.
I'm almost 100% certain my manager is punishing me for even thinking about asking for time off at the beginning of the month.
"What? You have family you want to visit before the crazy holiday season? That's preposterous, why would you even suggest such a thing?"
The way she looks at me when I speak to her frightens me; I'm waiting for laser beams to shoot out of her eyes with the intention of melting my face off. When I asked if we could possible switch the schedule up a little so I didn't have to close every night of my life she looked at me like I had just asked her to give me three weeks paid time off so I could go gamble all of my paychecks away in Atlantic City.
Then scheduled me for closing all week.
Ah, such is the life of retail sale.
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