Mixed day at work

Well, last night was kind of a mixed day. First, just before we started, I said to one of the other girls, "Shoot. I forgot to bring my boobs" By which I mean the little inserts that I use to give me some shape. She started laughing, and said, "Sorry, Dorothy. I just thought there are days when I wish I could forget mine at home."

So that part was pretty good, unfortunately, it went downhill form there. Because we are now open 24 hours a day, I am expected to wear my nametag - which is in a boys name, sigh. To make things worse, my supervisor kept calling my male name over the intercom for breaks, and when I asked him why he didn't use Dorothy over the speaker, he said it was policy. Its going to be a loooong Christmas season ... ah, well.