There are very few things going on at the moment.

I work in a sauna. Eighty-six degrees inside our restaurant today and I have two shirts on and long sleeves because of these planets all up my arm.

I love when the managers complain that they haven't been able to get the air conditioner in complete working order in four years.

I'll leave it up to them to figure out whose job it is to hire the right repairmen.

I'm thinking I can maybe get them to fix our schedules if I fake a dramatic fainting spell on my sixth shift this week. I'll fall backwards when no one is around--break a few glasses beside me. Then I'll tell the manager that I hit the back of my head on the side station on the way down. I'll say it's because they make me wear long sleeves even though Celebration is no longer owned by Disney. And I'll say it's because they're overworking me, while other new hires get the EXACT schedule they asked for just because they're taking a few college courses. Then of course, I'll say it's because I work in a motherfucking sauna.

This is all a joke, you know.

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