If I don't believe in Hell...
I received a call today, from my boss.
Boss: "Uh, Oz?"
Boss: "Has anyone called you yet?"
Oz: "Called me about what?" (alarms going off)
Boss: "Well, GM (general manager) called last night... and this isn't permanent... but they need you to goes to Store YZX to help out."
Oz: "Help out? (thinking please let this just be going to train someone)
Boss: "They have some management issues, and the PPM quit, so they need you to go hold the PP end of the business together through the holiday."
Oz: "What about their supervisor?"
Boss: "I don't know. I was just told they need your help."
Oz: "As opposed to the store I'm helping now, with a new PPM and Physical Inventory in 6 weeks."
Store YZX is what I affectionately refer to as Hell On Earth. It almost drove me to a nervous breakdown last time I worked there (as an Inventory Manager), it's in a bad part of town, and it must be thouroughly jacked up.
The only good news is that my sentence was parlayed down to 2 days next week and 1 day the following.
Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee?