Suffice it to say, the guilotine's blade was dull. She didn't even talk to me about the "Fine Then!" I wrote next to my signature under that note saying that employee's can't be in the building, off the clock, in their uniform...even waiting for a ride.
It was the usual evaluation...the usual stuff that's N/A because I don't do registers or drive through, etc, the shaving and shirt issue where this time it's less of "shave more" and more of "make sure you wipe the blood off your face and neck when you nick yourself" and make sure I stay on top of reminding them about new shirts when there's holes in the armpits.
Oh well, it could be worse, I could be having one final month to live before I use mum's gun on myself.