Okay, I know for a fact that they don't hate anyone under the age of 21. Well, they might, but that's not because of their age. Probably some other reason, but they just announced the tours new shows and all the ones I can reach are 21+. I'm truly upset about this. I've seen Tommy and the High Pilots once every tour and now I won't see them on this one. They recognize me by face and name. They know who I am and keep in touch. And here I am, unable to go watch one of their shows. Oh well, I suppose. I'd have to miss one eventually and here it is.
Today, at work, Deb came up to me and she says, "Now, I don't want to put you under pressure, but I've been talking to Myron." My mind races at a thousand miles a minute thinking of the things she could have said to the store manager. She continues, "I've been talking up a storm about you and he's extremely happy to have you on BIT now. He looks to you for everything when I'm not around. So I've been boosting your name around here a lot and labeled you as my prodigy... so you may have a title to live up to."
I stare at her blankly and she holds a grin back. I grab both her shoulders and begin to shake her screaming, "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
I was joking of course, but there was some truth behind my screams of terror. I'm glad she thinks I'm such a great worker, but she talked me up so much to the boss, that when I screw up... it's gonna be noticed. I screw up a lot... every day. Oh the weight that has been thrown on my shoulders. Only time can tell how well I'll be able to adapt.
But, Lunch is now over and I must return back to work. I gotta live up to everyone's expectations now. I'm about to get quizzed about what I know when I get back. So here goes nothing, right?
Also, here's another photo of a cat.

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