You know, I'm kind of a bitter cynic. I regularly refer to most of my co-workers as a bunch of junkies, ex-cons, hillbillies and single mothers. To lend my claims an air of credibility I now offer this pictorial review of my workspace...
My Locker...
My boss, after taking his position a little over a year ago, started referring to me as "Scarecrow". I originally thought it was a reference to the Batman character and because I'm gangely and like to fuck with peoples minds. Not so much... In truth it is because he thinks of me as a "protector of the food", much like a scarecrow in the field. My response:
Our glorious Catering Supervisor:
Product loss:
Guided instruction:
So there you have it. A day in the life of Me. Welcome to my particular slice of Hell's Rhubarb Pie...
1 comment:
ThWhat the hell do you use expried on? What a second, that's not expired expried is it?? What kinda shop you running there?
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