Two weeks ago, I left The Job for good. Here are just a few of the reasons why:
First, let's visit everybody's favorite place - the break room, which is a former closet, now plastered in warnings, demands, and threats.
But nice effort on filling that bowl of oatmeal with water and leaving it
in the sink for two weeks, like some kind of science experiment.
Sorry, I can't quite make that out. There's too much GD food splattered on your sign.
And FYI, throwing up in your trash can while sitting in your cube does not count.
GO.AWAY.
However, shit thrown on that table over there? That can stay forever.
Liquefied circus peanuts, anyone?
Not sure what happened here ...
but they apparently mean business.
And please help yourself to some donuts - we got them for the temp who left Friday
and brought them back out for "Chris," who started six days later. Yes, really.
Now, a quick tour of the office.
Over here, we've got a wall full of these file cabinet's.
Check out our modern decor.
Hungry yet? It's 9:45 - sure ya are!
And finally, the second most popular spot in the joint, after the break room. Which is also the order in which they are visited.
So many questions. Not the least of which is why 2 pumps or sprays?
Who decided that?
Do you see? Do you see why I had to go?
"Good."
"Many thank's."
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