the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:28 p.m. + 2004-08-09 = now we can get butterscotch chips and argo cornstarch.
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at precisely 1.42pm, but 18 minutes short of me finishing my "thursday" shift, headbaker gary signaled me from the backroom. the closer i stepped toward him, the further he strode away... until one right and one left later, we are standing in the netherspace occupied by an ice machine, the walk-in freezer, the meat department's coat/apron rack and Health&Body Care's packaging/unpackaging work area.
"he's gone. he's out of here," said gary in a fashion that made it seem as though he wanted to go-tell-it-on-the-mountain-but-knew-that-to-be-inappropriate.
"who's gone?" [knowing fullwell the owner of the anonymous pronoun.]
"david's been fired."
[[fireworks! dancing! joy! ...and karma does exhist!...]]
goodbye asshole deli manager!
spent the remainder of my shift reenacting the first colour scene from wizard of oz. [hint: it deals with munchkins that make doorbell noises in celebration and one deader-than-doornail witch.]
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