Post by theboyinadress on Aug 17, 2015 11:17:28 GMT -6
Not unlike Ellez's dancing bunny, I had a bit of a spring in my step this late-morning. I quit my job!
The ovens that served me well for over 5 years will have to learn another's tender touch and the bread will no longer, feel my caring hands.
The dumb b*tch who wanted to dock my pay because the clock-card machine has been showing the wrong time for the last two years...? Well, she is rewarded with the finger.
Onwards and upwards... and don't spare the horses.
(Comment from Boy In A Dress) 'Er, we don't have any horses' (Writer shakes his head)
Not unlike Ellez's dancing bunny, I had a bit of a spring in my step this late-morning. I quit my job!
The ovens that served me well for over 5 years will have to learn another's tender touch and the bread will no longer, feel my caring hands.
The dumb b*tch who wanted to dock my pay because the clock-card machine has been showing the wrong time for the last two years...? Well, she is rewarded with the finger.
Onwards and upwards... and don't spare the horses.
(Comment from Boy In A Dress) 'Er, we don't have any horses' (Writer shakes his head)
You're just like Mel Gibson in that movie where he's lying on his back, getting a Brazillion and he cries out, "Bacon!"
Post by theboyinadress on Aug 17, 2015 11:41:19 GMT -6
Dirk, I know I'm just some guy on the internet. But I arrive at a closed store at 4.30am every weekday morning. I wait and wait until one the dunces arrives with the keys after 5.00am. I punch in, and start work. I don't 'fart about' I work. For seven hours, I work with two cig-breaks of three minutes each placed between that time for the benefit of what I'm baking and a drop in customers. I take no other kind of break, no food and sometimes, one of the others makes me coffee. Then I finish, grab my coat and clock-out at noon.
Then this nine-year old wants to dance with me about a faulty reading on my card. She agrees that the time is wrong and I'm right. But she wants to take monies from me because it makes her feel good -and she doesn't even have the power to do it!
So I stood there as she condescended to me and just as I heard her snotty tone change towards 'Well, I'll let you off this time'-mode, I stepped in.
'Listen...' I drawled in my best 'Ninurta' voice '...'Ah'll save yer' trouble. I quit' and grabbed my coat.
A Supervisor...! And still in diapers!
Edit: Oh, and I've never had a day off sick in the whole time I've been there.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2015 11:45:11 GMT -6 by theboyinadress
I'm not into rpg, but I'm an avid SPN fangirl. Dean & Sam all the way!!!!
( For you non fan people SPN means Supernatural , as in the best horror-thriller-comedy-drama tv series on earth which has been running for 10 seasons. Season 11 starts Oct. 7.)
Why don't you make a thread about your favorite rpg so we can learn more about it?
I'm also on Devian art, love digital art, perhaps you could share some more of that too on your rpg thread.
I expect you'll have a phone call and an apology soon, if there is any sense to them.
Even before I'd responded with the above comment with Ellez's dancing bunny, I'd already had the 'de rigueur' telephone call from a 'friendly' Supervisor using a couple of kind words and then rushing in far-too fast to ask if I would be available in the morning!
Sadly for this official, it was my wife who answered the call.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2015 23:24:34 GMT -6 by theboyinadress