D: I've got some interesting news...

Ana: Yeah?

D: My hours have been cut.

Ana: D'oh!

D: But, they cut the morning hours. Now we get to sleep in two extra hours.

Ana: Oh. Interesting.

D: See what I mean?

Wednesday Night

D: I've got some more interesting news...

Ana: Oh, shit.

D: I've been laid off.

Ana: SHIT!

D: No, it's ok. There's another branch of the factory on the other side of town that can use me. And, they'll pay 25 cents more an hour.

Ana: Will they keep you until your regular job comes back?

D: I don't know.

Ana: Interesting.

D: Yes.

So, that's where that is. He still might be without a job at pretty much any time.

And, in other news...

I found out yesterday that not only did I have to submit a vacation request form, I also was supposed to submit another form if I wanted to be paid for said vacation. What the fuck? Why did no one mention this?

My check yesterday sucked, because I only actually worked three days last week, and they were all the traditionally shitty tip nights. Of course, it is no longer at least 10 days before my requested vacation, so the payroll department may just laugh at my request for vacation pay. That would suck.

I work at a truly evil place. Arthur, or possibly someone in my dept., said in casual conversation a few weeks ago that working at the casino "changes people." I've been minorly obsessed with the idea ever since. What if, in some twilight zonish way, the casino really is warping my soul?

Yeah, I know this is totally and utterly the wrong train of thought for one as admittedly neurotic as myself. But, you've gotta admit, there is no rational reason why a basically good person would have such epic difficulties saving enough money to get the hell out. There simply must be something horrible going on that I'm not even aware of. The casino has not yet finished sucking my brain. There is no escape. No escape, I tell you!!

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