(it's another cold night at the Confetti County Super-Store. Vennie reads another issue of "Women in Science Monthly" while frowning. Sea-Glass walks over to her standing over the counter with a snide glossy grin.)
Sea-Glass: Well well, look who's actually deciding to use their break time!
Vennie: I know....I feel so slothy. But, working with you know who in the store can tire any-body out! I'm only sitting down for two minutes! And don't tell anyone I did this.
Sea-Glass: Relax, you get a whole twenty, y'know. And the amount of breaks you haven't taken over the years you worked here....you're sittin' on a few days worth of vacation.
Vennie: Don't joke like that! I wouldn't dream of being away from this company, even if it meant to get away from....her!
Sea-Glass: Yeah, totally. (She rolls her eyes.) Oh, that reminds me, Ven I'm gonna head outa' here in a few minutes.
Vennie: What? You're leaving?
Sea-Glass: Yeah, second job remember?
Vennie: Se....you can't! As much as I hate to admit it, you're the only thing keeping me sane! I can't run this place by myself!
Sea-Glass: And you aren't. Fuschia's here with you until closing.
Vennie: Are you being mean tonight to me on purpose?
Sea-Glass: See you in the morning, Ven. (Sea-Glass puts on her coat and grabs her purse. She leaves and Vennie stares.)
Vennie: Okay....relax.....everything's okay......everything's o-kay! Sea-Glass' been gone for *she looks at her phone* eleven seconds.....and Fuschia's only......FOLDING THE CLOTHES THE WRONG WAY!
(Vennie rushes to Fuschia, of coarse Vennie is yelling, but due to Fuschia's pink ear-buds, she can't hear Vennie. Vennie gets an evil smiling idea and yanks them out of her ears.)'
Vennie: Tsk tsk. It's against company policy to wear any sound blocking device on the job y'know. Have you even read your employee guide-book?
Fuschia: Uh....
Vennie: You're folding these tank-tops wrong. They must be folded in precise 90 degree crease.
Fuschia: That is a-
Venie: No....it isn't. It's a 92 degree crease.
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