It’s like I can read minds.

Another one of those days where they call me in at the last minute and I already knew the night before that it would happen. This time because the dumb bitch we nicknamed Hitler Lady (because she’s an anal retentive twatwaffle) decided that she wasn’t going to work today because of the sale we’re having. She fears that she won’t be able to put all of the bras away from it. So they wanted me to come in at 3pm today… I found the call at 3:30…

Told them I’m going in at 4:30. That’ll give me time to wake up and read a little before going in. Corporate America is all kinds of fucked up.