loserdpl

I love being begged to come to work on my day off because my manager is still drunk from last night (again) and they're two hours late opening. Hey Mr. Responsible Manager Man, where are your keys to unlock the front door? They're in Ashville? But it helps that I can call him out whenever I want and tell him he's a bitch. And he can do nothing because he IS a bitch and he knows it and I'm one of the few employees who knows that place inside and out. I am a Jedi.