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 Policy states: Any and all employees – including managers, assistant managers, and key-holding employees – must notify to three fellow employees of higher rank (equal and/or higher for asst. managers and managers) at least a week ahead of time if they are to take any days off (at most, due to work requirement for each week, only two [2] days in a row, can be taken, no more than twenty [20] days in a year, six [6] days in a month). Days taken off must have reputable reasoning and approval from higher ranked employees (and/or equal rank for asst. managers and managers), and must have such approvals in writing and notarized. Each one

1. He doesn't remember how it happened, nor exactly when, but what Jacob Walters could recall was saying, “I could die happy now,” and with that, he did. Now he plays piano in my bar. A little-less zombie and not-really spirit, banging on ivory with a cigarette in his mouth. Ash collects on the white keys and gets pushed into the minute ridges of his fingers, no longer marks to his identity but just trenches of smoldered music. He plays the same terribly bland, depressing thing over and over again, but it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. 2. He always found it unusual, but Dudley Kern figured it was math that was savi

          The Valley of the Woken     Our Conscious Minds are a Valley where ideas run like children through the high grass playing games with sticks and rocks; our past and the pasts of others have dinners of roasts and legumes with warm honey mead and tart for dessert, spending time after meal with pipes and conversation in plazas of magnolia and stone. Gathered firewood burns through an endless day, the Sun of the Mind revolving in a tender circle above the heads of the dear Pontifications that sweat no stress or burden, nor chill to ignorance or neglect. In the bright light of twilight to dawn, two pairs of bare feet stride as Saints th

Gossamer I noticed her first as you would with any other pleasant shape: far in the distance as a slowly growing work of art. The artists are Depth and Detail, and their lines grow ever more elegant with each step she takes. The curves amounted to interest, but as specifics became apparent, Intrigue and Infatuation place footing and flag on the soil of a New World. I sat idled in a chair, forgetful of where that chair was, as it might as well been upon a reeking ship at sea from Europe, dancing back and forth with the crashing of the waves towards fresh beginnings and fortunate conquest, as was the feeling as she casually approached. Her hai