I finally got off the register today. My boss came over to ask if I wanted her (the new girl) to stay at the register, or if I wanted her to go to cosmetics to put up totes. I said that because I only got three hours of sleep, I might do better working on the totes.
On my last 15, I look for my sunglasses that are somewhere around the store. I check in the office and at all the registers, but I can't find them. After I clock out, one of my co-workers mention they might have gotten put out by the baler by another co-worker. And they were! "You're a G." I told him.
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