So yeah one of the girls at work probably has glandular fever, which from my research on Wikipedia sounds like the yearly flu except it makes you more tired and your spleen can explode. I don't think her spleen's gonna explode but you never know.
Anyway the point is it's kind of difficult to work in food service when you have a transmissable and debilitating virus. So she's gonna have to spend some time off work, most likely. Anything's fucking possible where MY PLACE OF WORK is concerned. She could do it without missing any time at all if the bigwigs had thier way. Thing is she's one of the store's three supervisors. If she goes then I'm going to be learning how to swim pretty damned quickly.
Oh yeah, that's right. I'm finally a fucken shift supervisor, which means I get chewed out by management if something goes wrong, have to perform more tasks, have to work longer hours and get paid slightly more and fortnightly rather than weekly. This was my best decision ever.