Remember what I said about my manager in the past two entries? Yeah. Guess what? This morning, at 6AM, my phone goes off, waking up my mum and making the animals go crazy. It's my manager, with a few of the other managers from work, drunk, and apparently "walking home from the casino now!" "Yay?" "Yeah! Can we come over to your house?" "Aha, no!" "Aw, c'mon, if you called me up and asked if you could come over I'd let you!" "..." The worst part is, it wasn't even me he meant to call. "I'm with -- hey, do you know any of the boys from work?" "I'd like to think so, considering I work where you work..." "OH! SARAH!" (I don't think I've mentioned my name in here but as if my username didn't tell you) ".. Yes." "So when are you working next, champ?" Jesus H. Christ. Next time I'm working - Sunday - I know exactly what I'm going to say. Again, not aggressively, but it's got to be said.