Duty Shift

Duty Shift

Why, oh why, didn’t I put on a frackin’ watch when I got dressed for that date?  And, of course, I never asked him for the time, either…until fifteen minutes before I was supposed to report for shift.

Thank the gods I did that much, at least.  Otherwise, I’d be beaming up from right there in the restaurant.  Oh, wouldn’t that be great for the career!  This is bad enough as it is; not only am I on duty for the next four hours in high heels, but I swear I heard someone call me “Lieutenant Cinderella” as I shot through the tram station outside the command center….

Sigh.

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Posted October 29, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in Humor

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