Try to help with the machine in the back, supervisor tells me not to.

Go back up front to twiddle thumbs. Still having trouble breathing, as I have been the past few weeks.

Mold in the vents.

Supervisor calls me and coworker into the back to bitch us out about not doing shit to his OCD standards.

Go home.

oh dear.

/gently punches everything into the sun

/especially the mold