The Rules

I work at a warehouse in Hebron on some sort of hybrid 2nd-3rd shift thing. This you know. What you don't know:

I'm not allowed to take my phone into the building. My breaks are at 9:00, 11:00, and 3:00. I'll usually run to the car to check my phone at lunch. I won't on the breaks because leaving the building involves a metal detector and procedures only slightly less strict than the average airport. Unless you have something important to say or an event to invite me to, don't text me while I'm at work. I don't appreciate going to my car to find six texts asking me what's going on. I'm at work. That's what's going on. Also, I get home at five and plan on sleeping until probably two. My phone will be on silent between the hours of five and two. I don't give a fuck if your mom fucked your dog and got AIDS and you want to tell me. I'm not picking up for shit.

Angry angry angry!