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Jun. 27th, 2009 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
On my last day in my last week of normal and not pathetically few working hours, they tried to kill me. Mom didn't work. It was just me and one other person. Who.... is really slow at assembly.
We had 76 charts.
Normally we're somewhere between 45-60. I think the highest it's ever been was like 80. I did most of them. My co-worker took like 5 of them while I was on the floors fetching more. She hadn't started when I got back. I did 22 charts and went back to the floors again before she finished hers. =.=
Barring unforeseen circumstances (i.e. certain people calling out which gives me their hours at last minute's notice) I have no work til Friday.
Criminal Minds: Jump CUt = 198/271
Also:
Mom: *snore* *pause* I don’t snore. <- is on sofa
Me: Yeah. You snore.
Mom: No. It was Nash?
Me: Where is he?
Mom: Over there with Dad. It was Dad. Through the wall.
Me: Dad but not Buddy? He’s right there. *points to floor by Mom*
Mom: Fine. It was Buddy.
Me: You snore.
We had 76 charts.
Normally we're somewhere between 45-60. I think the highest it's ever been was like 80. I did most of them. My co-worker took like 5 of them while I was on the floors fetching more. She hadn't started when I got back. I did 22 charts and went back to the floors again before she finished hers. =.=
Barring unforeseen circumstances (i.e. certain people calling out which gives me their hours at last minute's notice) I have no work til Friday.
Criminal Minds: Jump CUt = 198/271
Also:
Mom: *snore* *pause* I don’t snore. <- is on sofa
Me: Yeah. You snore.
Mom: No. It was Nash?
Me: Where is he?
Mom: Over there with Dad. It was Dad. Through the wall.
Me: Dad but not Buddy? He’s right there. *points to floor by Mom*
Mom: Fine. It was Buddy.
Me: You snore.