David Blaine: mood novicaine?
Fuuuck, my boss finally got fired. He made it 3 months.
He was probably the perfect bad boss. He had no redeeming values.
Not only did he talk about his sexual shit, he went on in great detail. For hours. About the girl in HR he was fucking. In front of other HR people.
Dude had no technical knack. But he wouldn't admit it. (as a maintenance manager, you should know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver, and an allen wrench)
Also its not cool to make 'homo jokes' infront of the lesbian supervisor. Or poking the parts clerk in meetings. (The doodles you drew on her notepad though, you know, the ones that look like a Babysitter Club Monet - I'm probably going to laminate that and hang it on our fridge in the office)
So S
, ( I don't want to say his name! How about we say it started in St and ended in eve. This guy was my *starts in P, ends in et Peeve*), you are the most powerfully stupid mutherfucker I have ever worked for, and that puts you somewhere in a hall of fame (or at least a freakshow), because that is a group of brain surgeons that no mother could love.
In closing fuckface, I'll never forget this phonecall:
Shithead: HR heard your grandma died. They want to send you what you are.
me: huh?
Shithead: A FRUITBASKET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!
me:
Shithead: Laugh!!
me: what do you want?
Ah but what I wanted was for you to fall off a cliff, but this will have to do.
Stink you later Shithead.
He was probably the perfect bad boss. He had no redeeming values.
Not only did he talk about his sexual shit, he went on in great detail. For hours. About the girl in HR he was fucking. In front of other HR people.
Dude had no technical knack. But he wouldn't admit it. (as a maintenance manager, you should know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver, and an allen wrench)
Also its not cool to make 'homo jokes' infront of the lesbian supervisor. Or poking the parts clerk in meetings. (The doodles you drew on her notepad though, you know, the ones that look like a Babysitter Club Monet - I'm probably going to laminate that and hang it on our fridge in the office)
So S
, ( I don't want to say his name! How about we say it started in St and ended in eve. This guy was my *starts in P, ends in et Peeve*), you are the most powerfully stupid mutherfucker I have ever worked for, and that puts you somewhere in a hall of fame (or at least a freakshow), because that is a group of brain surgeons that no mother could love.
In closing fuckface, I'll never forget this phonecall:
Shithead: HR heard your grandma died. They want to send you what you are.
me: huh?
Shithead: A FRUITBASKET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!
me:
Shithead: Laugh!!
me: what do you want?
Ah but what I wanted was for you to fall off a cliff, but this will have to do.
Stink you later Shithead.
