Write about: the manager.
With the bakery closed this week, I was available to take Max and Miles to music class this morning. Haven't done that in a long time and I quite enjoyed it. Max danced and laughed a lot and... so did Miles, actually. It's just that I was holding and whirling around with him while Max could bust a move on his own.
I bought a beard trimmer this afternoon. Trying to pretend that doesn't signify me entirely giving up on shaving.
I guess we shall see about that.
"Hey dude, how's it hanging?"
"Dude...? I would appreciate it if you called me sir."
"Hah, good one dude. Anyway, I need tomorrow off."
"Tom...? But you just started yesterday."
"Yeah, I know, right? Oh and thanks again for hiring me, dude. Means a lot, you know?"
"You can't have tomorrow off. I have nobody available to cover your shift."
"I'm sure you'll figure something out, dude. Appreciate it."
"If you don't show up for work tomorrow, don't bother ever coming back."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you'll be fired?"
"Hah, good one dude. See you in a couple days."
"What? No! Get back... not again."