That Shit Is Cray.

I learned two important lessons today: my phone only keeps 20 messages in a group (which means I can’t screen shot this one for you) and that #9 seems to be keeping true to her roots of “wtf” at my old job.

Here’s a rundown of what I saw in my phone on my break at new job.

Seamstress: #9 said if she eats Taco Bell she will be in the bathroom for days.
Me: She’s an oversharer. First day on the job;  I love serial killers. First day at new desk;  Taco Bell makes me run for the border – of the bathroom.
Seamstress: and she says “this shit is cray cray.”
Me:

New Girl: And her friend who just got hired here and #9 say “love you!!!” when they see each other.
Me: Like at the office?  In public?
Seamstress: Yes. …and yes.
Me:

Good to know nothing has changed in the 24 work hours since I left.