P.S.
Dramallamas are still running loose in my store, but ideally no longer amok.
On the other hand, Mel's boss is an idiot and smells like turnips. The best way I can describe this woman is to ask you: have you ever seen the Jim Henson's Storyteller episode "The True Bride?" In the first act, the heroine has been raised as the servant of a troll, and the troll enjoys being contradictive. He tells her to complete one task (under penalty of pain/beating if she can't complete it on time), and then declare once she's done that she's just plain wrong for having completed the task and beats her anyways. Well, substitute the physical beatings for really confusing if not downright infuriating snark and there's the manager.
Without even needing to use hyperbole, it's safe to say that Mel is about ready to kill someone right now due to recent managerial antics. Which means that I get to sign off and cower in a corner.
But as Annie would sing, "The sun will come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar--!" Whereupon she'd get mugged for her dollar. (Hey, it's been hard times for everyone, and Annie is at fault for flat-out advertising she had cash on her.)
Labels: all Mel needs is an alibi and five minutes alone with her troll--er boss
posted by Phillip at 8:30 PM
