Break 2
We’ve hit that portion of the trip where I’m starting to get irritable. I’ve had–shall we say words?–with one of the team leads about the whispers of mandatory eleven hour days for all of next week. Ain’t gonna happen. No way, no how. I will get on a plane back to Seattle first and let them fire me.
Gift wrap is piling up, which frustrating because they keep sending us off to Crisplant, which is slow, slow, slow. We just stand around waiting for the lights to go off.
And they still haven’t replaced the ice cream in the vending machine. And that guy still hasn’t showered.
