I get to work after waking up late. Find that not only is my retarded Manager there, so is the FUCKING OWNER OF THE STORE.
This of course means that everything anyone does is wrong.
I end up scrubbing fucking walls.
I spend about an hour wrist deep in something I can only describe as "Sticky-tac mixed with a prolific amount of grease and left to sit in the sun for a day or two".
I got to scrape this out of a drain with a fucking chisel...
I'm so glad I work at a Subway.
The end.
