Colleagues can be the worst.
l HATE MY JOB.
is so fucking unbelievable.
I' ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work
First, there is this supermodel wannabee chick. Yeah, okay,
she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The
girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She
is extremely and has never once considered
the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb
as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has
enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even
be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career
opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She
is a zero on a scale of I to 10. I' m not sure she even
showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she
might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the
hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner.
And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In
fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work,
and I' m sure after work. He probably hasn' t been sober
anytime in the last ten years, and he' s only 22. He dresses
like a beatnik throwback from the 1960' s, and to make
things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every
fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk
around from the smoke. Hell,
sometimes I even think it' s trying to talk with its constant
bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry,
requiring multiple stops to Mcdonalds and Burger King,
every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these around in my van and we
solve mysteries and shit.
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