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We were about two months into “crunch” when they decided to up our hours AGAIN, taking us to over 80/week. The only available day to squeeze these extra hours in? Sunday!
I arrive at the building Sunday morning, only to find it locked—no other businesses had Sunday hours. I call my supervisor, who proceeds to fuss at me about interrupting his “family” time. My team had all arrived for work by that point, which just seemed to make him angrier. He tells me he is on his way and hangs up.
Flash forward ten minutes. We’re all still freezing (it was winter and -10 windchill) when we see his car come around the corner at the end of the block. He drives up the road, rolls his window down, and THROWS the office key at me—all without ever slowing down.
He calls me twenty minutes later to make sure we had gotten in, then informed me we would have to make up the time we had “wasted” waiting on him. He ended the call telling me to never interrupt his family
time again.
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure we saw this one before.
Also gravy shakes?
Arley
Carley
Darley, if his parents were fans of 18th century Irish poetry
Earley
Farley
Or, if we discover that he has two sisters named Amaranth and Millet, we can safely assume that his real name is Barley.
It is me. I am Marley.