We're super qualified

Bossbro has a habit of not checking the schedule and coming in at the wrong time. So, it was no surprise that when I got in this morning, he was waiting for me, eating a breakfast sandwich in his car like a hobo.

"[BOSSBRO]!" I shouted.

"Hi, [Miss Blog Lady]," he said.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS."

"I love this store so much."

"YOU ARE EATING A BREAKFAST SANDWICH IN YOUR CAR LIKE A HOBO."

"And I like the abuse."

"WHY."

"See you later, [Miss Blog Lady.]"

Then bossbro drove off, and I dragged my extremely sick self into the store in a shambling, crazed manner not unlike a zombie.

We're a hot mess.