Tabitha reach above her head and fumbled around on the wall for the light switch. When she finally found it, she opened her eyes and realized that it was daylight already, and her hand dropped back down to her bedspread. She turned her head to have a look at her Mickey Mouse alarm clock, only to note that it had not gone off as scheduled, and she would now be late for work.
The situation required a moment of deep thought: did she really need this job, or would she be able to get by without it until she found something else? A tiny voice in the back of her head warned her to play it safe, but the bigger, stronger voice beat the little one into submission, and Tabitha reached to the table to feel around for her phone so she could text her manager that she quit.
The new assistant manager put in her notice yesterday.
She tried to claim that it’s everyone else who’s unprofessional.
The acronym smh comes to mind.