hypermediocrity

i got suspended at work wednesday for forgetting to use the breathalizer test.

i didnt drink, so it slipped my mind.
anyhow, the bitchy Mon-Wed House Mom is out for blood with me for some odd reason and has also (in a roundabout way) accused me of using drugs.

which i dont.

so now im a nervous wreck, all dressed up nice, going to talk to my general manager whom i have never met, and giving him a well-thought out letter as to why he shouldnt suspend me. essentially, i'm caught in a tornado of bullshit.

even though i'm dressed nicely, i feel like he might not take me seriously. but if jenna jameson can go to court, i can face a GM, right?

wish me luck.