I'm tired, and this is the best I can do about this, because frankly, I'm Exhausted.

I just had an encounter with a person that I really can't not tell the story. And this is how it goes.
I work with this person so, names and dates are going to be omitted. When I put names in quotes, it is probably their real name, however the quotes make this much less incriminating.
I work for a man named "Hadji." "Hadji" is the best person I have ever worked for. His crazy/asshole scale even out, and therefore he's ok in my book. Also, he has a lovely family that I would do anything for.
"Hadji" hired a girl named "Andrea" this week. "Andrea" was clearly on some drugs.

Ok, I'm going to stop right there. I'm tired of this quotation mark bs. Let's get real. This girl is named Andrea.

I'm not sure about you, but when I start a job, I am on the best behavior possible. Girl, used the work phone at least 12 times on day two. I was hosting and had 2 people ask for her. Then she had a visitor. She disappears for a few minutes to the bathroom to get some lady products. After the series of events later, I think "Lady Products" was code word for opiates.

I could type out the entire encounter involving cheese, her brother falling down some stairs and in ICU, then only having a broken arm, then only having staples in his head. I could also start talking about how she borrowed two dollars from the girl that was training her whom she already tried to just take a six dollar tip from, without asking. I could talk about how she asked to bum a cigarette without introducing herself to Amy, just straight up asks her.

But no, what I will focus on is that fact that bitch fell asleep tonight, standing up, at a table she was training to serve and is convinced she has a job tomorrow. After she talked with "Hadji" she said see you tomorrow to the rest of us. No, no. Hadji didn't tell her to come back. He actually said no, Don't come back tomorrow.She almost fell asleep in some butter. For real. I watched that shit go down. I am not one to stir drama, but after the cheese incident, I called the Hadji from my house, in my Pj's to report.

Long story short, drugs are bad.