I'm so mad I could scream and cry and run into a wall and lay in the fetal position in Mike's bed with the blankets over my head and refusing to talk to anyone. I *have* to do the Friday matinee. But since Claire suddenly up and quit, I have the morning shifts. But the morning shift on Friday conflicts with the Friday matinee. And Frank doesn't want me to leave my shfit. He's being difficult. But I have to. He doesn't seem to understand. I *have* to. The play can't go on without me. There is no way. No one else knows my part. They would have to skip my scenes all together. I'm so mad. I feel like crying. I'm having a bad(ish) day. But Friday's my last day. I tried to be nice about the play, but he's not being nice. So if he decides not to let me go, I'm fully prepared to walk out. Fuck him.
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