I am free and I'm never going to that job again! Well, maybe you want. Yall love campsites with strange rules, right? Here we go:
No partner, you do everything on your own. No phone calls for consultation
No database access, yet you're supposed to access the database somehow (it requires a protocol, you don't get one). Remember, no phone calls
Fuckups of people previously working on the documents are now your problem. Lack important info? Get it from astral layers I dunno fucko.
You have to serve all customers all at once if several arrived at the time.
No designated lunch or sleep break, you only sleep or eat when there's no one. Sometimes once a few days, but make sure it's not daylight.
Don't order takeout, you only eat from a cafeteria. Too bad cafeteria doesn't match schedule with your busy hours.
If you're asked to check on a cabin, go there immediately
DON'T LEAVE YOUR POST FUCKASS
Don't lock the door, even though recently two drunk men broke into your room and chased you out of bed (they didn't rape you so it's ok)
If you break these rules a long shadowy figure will eat your soul your boss will call you an idiot slut and report to your higher ups
Also doors in my cabin opened on their own, but that's entirely different story. Maybe the ground is sitting down, maybe it's a ghost if the previous worker buried under a suddenly renovated porch
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