Friday, January 13, 2006

Dear Old Man Who Works In The Warehouse and Only Comes In Here To Use the Bathroom That Is Located 5 Feet From My Desk:

If you are in the bathroom for 20 minutes AND require 2 flushes to get all your old man poo down, why on earth can't you pick up the Lysol can (conveniently located on the back of the toilet) and give the room a quick spritz? WHY? Some of us are trying to breathe here.

P.S. What did you EAT?


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Dear This Guy,

You irritated me the day after you got hired when you asked me for cigarette money.

You irritate the people you work with when you ask for cigarette money on a daily basis.

You irritated the Bossman when you came in Monday and asked for an advance on your paycheck for cigarette money.

You irritated me when you were complaining about the fees that were taken out of your paycheck to cover the child support you haven't been paying for however long.

You've had this job for less than a month and have already managed to irritate pretty much everyone even remotely associated with this company. And because you've done that, it may not have been terribly prudent for you, when you were working out at the Bossman's house earlier this week, to not only steal alcohol from the Bossman's guest house and drink it while you were working, but to brag about having done so to your coworkers.

P.S. You're an asshat

P.P.S. The karma train is heading straight for you. Thank you, don't come again.

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