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My name is Wren, I have been in the employ of Submart for over three years now. I have sat on the sidelines and watched the drama unfold, I can keep it to myself no more. Today is a s good a day as ever to begin our little tale of cross and double cross. Saturday: Myself and Mona were on closing shift, four to ten. I had had a horrible day, my head was pounding, my husband had had a seizure. I tried to find coverage, I had no baby sitter for my daughter, naturally the good people of submart refused to help. Amanda, being the kind hearted person she is COUGH COUGH , offered to take my sweet daughter to the Mc D’s playground for a time so I could work. Sadly enough it is a common practice at submart for parents to bring our children in with us when a suitable sitter can not be found. Unfortunately most of our children that end up accompanying us to hell…I mean work, are under the age of five and become board to tears. Mona and I endeavored to do all the work before Amanda returned with my daughter. We succeeded, it was a rather un eventful night, in the store but unknown to me, big D and Amanda were plotting against me.
