Chirp, Chirp... CHIRP.
Yep. That's the freaking sound of crickets. One of the few sounds one might hear at The Morgue.
It certainly lived up to it's name, once again today, when not ONE SINGLE PERSON came through the door. AT ALL. And we received ONE SOLITARY PHONE CALL. And even it happened to be from Cryptkeeper's bandmate, calling about band practice.
Funny enough, Cryptkeeper is back to his old self like he was when WE owned the old shop... "Ugh, I just got really sick all at once... I'm going to get my stuff and go home". And with that, he left. At like 3:30.
That's funny, when WE owned the old shop, it was us, sick or not, that stayed until closing time no matter what. And if one of us got sick, even if we were in two cars, if it was ever bad enough to go home (which on a few occasions, it was), we'd either go lay down in the lounge area or secluded in our rooms so that no one else got sick. We then waited for the other to get off work and take us home.
If it's bad enough to GO home, it's bad enough that we certainly shouldn't be driving.
Apparently, to Cryptkeeper, sheer boredom and lack of business ethics mean that he can go home whenever he pleases (which is what he's been doing pretty much every fucking day). So today when he came up with his miniscule excuse, we just waved goodbye, like we do everyday. Whatever. Hope you "feel better".
Hell, I even got "grumped at" (not griped at, because he's got to say it under his breath or I might leave - heaven forbid) for using the printer for my own personal use (printing a shipping label).
That's funny... since I bought the refill kit and filled the damned thing, I think that I have the right to use every last DROP of that ink in there and don't want to hear a damned thing about it. If he's got a problem with that, he can kiss my rosy pink asscheeks and I'll pack my stuff and go... he can hunt for another piercer. Oh wait, what about that guy in Wisconsin that says he's moving out here? and HAS been saying that for months?... yeah, that's panning out. I'd love to see how THAT works out.
I'm sincerely ready to go file for aid and anything else I can do for a buck. I'm obviously NOT making money at The Morgue.
It certainly lived up to it's name, once again today, when not ONE SINGLE PERSON came through the door. AT ALL. And we received ONE SOLITARY PHONE CALL. And even it happened to be from Cryptkeeper's bandmate, calling about band practice.
Funny enough, Cryptkeeper is back to his old self like he was when WE owned the old shop... "Ugh, I just got really sick all at once... I'm going to get my stuff and go home". And with that, he left. At like 3:30.
That's funny, when WE owned the old shop, it was us, sick or not, that stayed until closing time no matter what. And if one of us got sick, even if we were in two cars, if it was ever bad enough to go home (which on a few occasions, it was), we'd either go lay down in the lounge area or secluded in our rooms so that no one else got sick. We then waited for the other to get off work and take us home.
If it's bad enough to GO home, it's bad enough that we certainly shouldn't be driving.
Apparently, to Cryptkeeper, sheer boredom and lack of business ethics mean that he can go home whenever he pleases (which is what he's been doing pretty much every fucking day). So today when he came up with his miniscule excuse, we just waved goodbye, like we do everyday. Whatever. Hope you "feel better".
Hell, I even got "grumped at" (not griped at, because he's got to say it under his breath or I might leave - heaven forbid) for using the printer for my own personal use (printing a shipping label).
That's funny... since I bought the refill kit and filled the damned thing, I think that I have the right to use every last DROP of that ink in there and don't want to hear a damned thing about it. If he's got a problem with that, he can kiss my rosy pink asscheeks and I'll pack my stuff and go... he can hunt for another piercer. Oh wait, what about that guy in Wisconsin that says he's moving out here? and HAS been saying that for months?... yeah, that's panning out. I'd love to see how THAT works out.
I'm sincerely ready to go file for aid and anything else I can do for a buck. I'm obviously NOT making money at The Morgue.
posted by Apparently Crazy at 10:00 PM
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