
It was Friday again, and well wishes for a good weekend echoed in the
torture chamber workplace.
It was in this spirit that the
big kahuna she-who-actually-holds-power-in-this-place manager barged into our workstation (shared among us few
slaves students), marched around the room and hollered:
"I'm going home! Alright? Have a good weekend. I'm going home!"
Stopping in front of me, she gave me a glare that would freeze a fireplace
which was repelled by my denseness which I returned with a smile.
"You!" she pointed accusingly, "Make sure you go home and sleep tonight!"
"Yes ma'am." It's not my fault that in the short span of time working there that I managed to discover something that is now causing an uproar among the higher-ups.
Okay, so maybe it was a bad idea to stick my tongue out at the security camera the last time I sneaked back into the workplace.
More work and goodbye wishes later, my supervisor strolled past our workplace (which was located right in front of the exit, important for fast getaways), shouting "Have a good weekend!".
Suddenly pausing, he yelled at me.
"You however, have to work during the weekends ;p" Echoing his motto (made specially for me) "I like to keep you busy. Idle hands are the work of the devil!"
The next time I run around in my supervisor's office whining 'I'm bored!!' while he's busy preparing for a 'very important' presentation, I'm going to make sure to plant a stinkbomb under his table (can't plant real bombs - it'll destroy the computers and the manager will be after me - I value my life over revenge). And attempt (for the 256th times) to steal his password.