I've been getting notes..or should I say a two page letter from my manager two days in a row. I swear I can't do anything right. And I'm the one getting in shit for it. I'm sooo fed up with everything. If she talks to me on Wednesday morning, I'll tell her "If I can't do anything right for you, then why don't you fire me?" I'm doing the best I can. It's a long weekend, give me a fucking break, I ain't Chris, I know SHE 100x better than me.
Also..no go, my shirt must of grew legs and ran away on me. CASEY!! Please tell me your shirt is a size medium..I'll take a picture of my black shirt to show you what I need and pray it's about the same as I have.
Gah...I have a feeling I'll have to pull a all nighter on wednesday to get Noel's outfit finished *sign* damn it all.