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Fuck it

Well, since Karl is the one who called and asked me nicely to come in and apologized for earlier...I'll go in. BUT...I'm taking my sweet time. IF Bobbi or Patti had called, I'd have stayed home. But, I like Karl. He's cool. So, I'll go in. Not for them though...for me...for money in MY pocket. I'm going to slowly change back into uniform and slowly walk to work. Amber may read this at some point, but that's ok. I don't care! I'm not their slave anyway, I'm their employee. I was starting to get more hours, now all of a sudden I'm losing hours. Well, screw it. Don't matter anyway. I'll just keep looking for a better job, maybe I'll find something soon. Ta Ta for now.