Today at work was okay except the last five minutes. They were shitty. They involved me getting scolded by the pay-mistress for handing my time sheet in late and not seeing her sooner about my PIN. The late time sheet stuffs up her budget for a week, she claims. This is a day after I'm told the supermarket is one of the busiest in the city and there's always some kind of work going there. Like the budget can't spare an extra $700. What makes it totally shitty, though, is how she expects me to know these things in advance. Maybe if I sat in an office all day instead of busting my arse on the supermarket floor, then I'd have the time and energy to develop the psychic powers she thought I should have.