How about that job, eh?
On Monday I volunteered to stay until whenever they decided to let me go home or 5 p.m., which ever came earlier, because I wanted to go home early on Tuesday so I could prepare for training the skill of strength. Wednesday I was picked out of a hat to stay which didn't bother me because I would've chose to stay if it wasn't so fucking hot outside. Thursday was just as slow and when the new assistant manager, former top processor, asked if I wanted to stay I just said put me in a hat because I went home yesterday. She gave me a look and then stage-whispered into the phone about how no one wants to fucking stay in the office.
Hello, McFly! You used to be a fucking processor! Do you have the memory of a goldfish?
Plus I fucking earned my keep in those six hours. Twice the amount of half the other processors do in a full day. Arrogant? Fuck yeah! Fucking earned it. Every day I come in and see my idiot productivity and think I'm in a video arcade and the best machine in the arcade only has my initials for the top ten players.
Anyway I'm certain the department manager will have one of her nasty yelling-at-everyone meetings about people who want to go home early when it's slow.
Unfortunately Sourpuss doesn't understand that people would rather be at home than hanging out in a puke yellow office and staring at the walls ever since reading has been banned again. Since it's Friday I'll stay late just so I can say "I stayed late three times this week! Who else stayed three times this week? Hanh?" Plus going to Cassius's place will be followed by sleeping in late on Saturday and general laziness to recoup from the torture.
