One of my housemates secured me a job interview at a company that, wonder of wonders, would be stable and career-oriented. At the same time, the cancerous rot that’s entwined with the franchise store I’m working at has begun to metastasize. I’m not going to go into any details until it’s all finished this week, but I can say that it involves a lot of money, bad hair plugs, poor management, possible criminal trespass, and irrational cost-cutting.

A little boy urinating himself in the store was also involved, albeit tangentially.