Of late I have felt that my contribution to the success of the shop has gone unnoticed. Our boss, the one I have decided to call Bimble, has not only refused to compensate me for long hours toiling as his customer service representative, but has ignored the value of the advice I am able to offer.
My coworker, the one I call Todd, continues to position me in silly poses and ridiculous outfits, wounding my dignity beyond repair.
To make matters worse, I was not invited to Hal-con, although Spirit Martial Arts made an appearance. While the others were off meeting celebrities and flash mobbing with ninjas, I was abandoned to watch the store in complete and utter isolation.
I even had a costume prepared for the festivities. Sadly, nobody cared.