Actually, it was me. Which I feel bad about. For the first part of my shift I was just gassy with no smell. But by the second part of my shift, things had taken a terribly smelly turn. I blame it on the pregnancy. Possibly the burrito I had for lunch.
While I was getting the milk crates out of the cooler, one fell on my face. My bruise should be darker than it is, for how much it hurts.
If my manager really wanted me to finish that U-boat, he should not have told me to do it right before I went on lunch. After lunch I start closing.
I punched in two minutes late and punched out eight minutes late.
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