I arrive at work.

Assistant Store Manager: So, what are you going to work on tonight?


???? Boss, I've been here three months, I'm an $11 an hour grunt, I'm gonna work on whatever I'm told. Thanks for asking. (That being said, there's a thunderstorm raging and I forgot to put the dog's nightlight on when I left the house. I wonder if "my dog needs a hug" is considered a valid reason to go home sick.)