The Sphere
General Garbage => Tropical Paradise of Hard Shelled Fruits => Topic started by: Wickedly Yours E on May 23, 2008, 08:55:56 PM
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Fuck you all, you god damn fucking lazy ass co-workers.
To Jessica at the Bookstore: I hate you so much because you're a god damn slacker. If the Bookstore didn't have a non-confrontational manager you'd have had your ass fired by mid-semester. What the fuck is your problem? You don't come in for half the Tuesday's you're supposed to, and guess who picks up the front desk slack? Me, you wench. Your excuses wear thin, and now you've pissed off two supervisors. I hope your ass gets canned, but I'm smart enough to know they won't fire you. I cannot believe you bought back a book missing so many god-damn pages. How do you miss that?! The binding was practically swiss cheese and huge chunks were HANGING out of the book! What the hell is wrong with you?!
To Mary at the Bookstore: Fuck you, Fuck your mom who always fucking calls the store phone looking for your fat white ass, and fuck your boyfriend. This is a god-damn job, I don't care how lovestruck you are with your boyfriend at the Cash Register, you need to stop fucking around and hanging with him when rush is going, and by god if you give me any more lip when I pull you away from your boyfriend to do something important, I will reach over and slap the shit out of the guy and fuck up his quasimodo face on principle. I don't take back-talk from the supervisors, I will not take it from you.
To Frances the Supervisor: So I hear you're out for surgery for a while. Good. I hate your guts. You aren't productive as a supervisor anyway and your ignorance would only hinder the Buyback. I also hear it might be cancer-related. Well, I'm not suprised you chain-smoking drug addict! You step out every thirty freaking minutes for a smoke, what the hell do you expect?!
That is all.
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Get one. (http://www.wordpress.com)
And while you're at it.... (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Get_a_life)
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agreed
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It's okay, Emerid. Ignore them and embrace your hatred. Let it flow!
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E's not Doug. I'll allow it.
Merla and I were talking about jobs the other day and I was just thinking if that stupid bitch Robert hadn't been such a harassing douche-bag at the bookstore I worked at a few years back, I'd probably still be working for them. I miss the lovely tedium of packing and preparing online book orders for shipment.
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That's fun. I like picking the books and packing them up. That's easy. Even if my packaging skills are sometimes Frankenstein-esque.
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Yeah, I remember people trying to "help out" by having me take a break or something, but I could do that all day. Just like I have this weird affinity for stacking things neatly and in order.
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If we drop a bunch of toothpicks could you count them?
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I wouldn't count them, I'd just put them neatly back in the box. Unless you dropped them on the floor. Then it's trash-city.
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Our shelves would drive you crazy.
I can't fathom what satisfaction anyone could draw from mixing up our pens, leads, and various pencils. What does that achieve?!
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I wouldn't count them, I'd just put them neatly back in the box. Unless you dropped them on the floor. Then it's trash-city.
Well that kinda kills the fun of it. I was hoping to take you to vegas and count cards. Now I can just take you to Vegas and have you put toothpicks up. I doubt that'll make either one of us very rich.
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Our shelves would drive you crazy.
I can't fathom what satisfaction anyone could draw from mixing up our pens, leads, and various pencils. What does that achieve?!
Oh yeah, that's a bitch. When I worked at the store at my old school, they actually got rid of nearly all the art supplies and then after several months began to restock brand new shit. So I got to work from scratch and it was all a little neater. It was dumb that they got rid of all the art supplies for the art majors for that long though. I remember I relied heavily on the store back when I was an art major, so I had to direct everybody to a competitor.
And Vegas really isn't on my list of places to go.
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We sell the stupidest crap too. Lots of gag crap like fake dog crap, bloody needle pens....ridiculous.
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Don't be a Doug and just change jobs!
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And Vegas really isn't on my list of places to go.
Well what is?
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Please. I've held this Job for 2 years and never walked out....despite not letting myself get treated like shit. I'm definitely no Doug.
I am considering getting another job though. I applied at the LGS, though that fell through. I'm looking into some other options.
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She means not to be a Doug and whine w/o doing something about it. But for working there two years, you haven't vented a lot.
We sell the stupidest crap too. Lots of gag crap like fake dog crap, bloody needle pens....ridiculous.
Good grief, that's retarded. The gayest thing we sold were discount non-school related books. Stories about celebrities, Tom Clancy junk, and other useless shit. Nothing significant.
And Vegas really isn't on my list of places to go.
Well what is?
Anywhere else where there's a city with things to do and no cr0n fields.
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So no Iowa then.
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You heard Chels, there's tornadoes there! Fuck that shit!
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I actually don't blame you. It's boring as fuck there, more boring then here. And I'm planning on getting my ass out of here as soon as I can afford to move. Hopefully sometime this century....proably not with my luck.