Punching numbers into her keyboard, Brianne’s eyes glared at her computer screen. Beside her on the desk was the employee schedule. Gritting her teeth as she attempted mental acrobats to give everyone their requested number of shifts and sections, she felt the beginnings of a headache beating against her temples.             A heavy sigh escaped her lips.             Scrunching up her nose, Brianne quickly hit delete. “Fuck.”             “Okay.” With a creak Shana turned toward Brianne. Her finely arched right eyebrow rose in patent amusement as she glanced over at her general manager. “What’s wrong?”             Blinking up and over at Shana, Brianne shook her head. “I hate this stupid…