>>6056201>Pick up the phone. Maybe you can play it off as getting hit by a car? Sure as fuck feels that way.The arm is offline. We're picking up the dogballs if we can find any, then going to Dr Elf's. If he can give us a med cert declaring us fukt, swell. If he can't, we still got awful bruises on the abdomen, back, and bush scratches all over; just livecall and show BigMart bossman.
If that's not enough, he can eat shit; since he's calling nonstop it means he can't find any other loser to do our shit job. We can apologize, offer to come in late and help do closing, or he can fire us right now and find another loser willing to do in-stock on Saturday mornings.
Wagie jobs are fairly easy to find; now that we've got an alternate income, we need only to do half a week of midshifts or just half shifts.
Also, we just fought a dire bear at midnight and lived. This petit bourgeois capitalist piglet got nothing.
