Tuesday, April 23, 2002
And the orange juice was crappy as well |10:12 AM|
Man, I don't want this cinnamon roll to be the last straw. It's pretty awful, though. The frosting was horrible, and runny, so now my hands are all sticky, as well as my desk and surfaces up to 10 feet away. The roll itself was underbaked, and had too much flour. How fucking hard is it to make a fucking cinnamon roll?
Yes, okay, in the scheme of things, a single fucking roll doesn't even begin to "not register", but this is "straw breaking the camels back" territory. My boss is patronizing me. For Fuck's sake, it's an email. I fucking responded to the fucking email. I told the guy about the damn work orders. Next time I'll CC: you on it.
Christ. Now my office is again filled with Lexmark employees.
Blah Blah Blah. Hire me you assholes. HIRE ME. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES.
Dear jerk-off patrol,
Despite 2 years of you clowns negotiating a contract about making paper dirty in a particular pattern to convey information, I and my co-workers have remained Permond employees. This has led to economic slavery and a medical plan that is laughable. If you want a dispatcher at this job for more than, oh, let's say a month, I need some more money. Lots of it. Gobs and gobs of moolah in a big hurry or I'll go blow people for money. I might also rob the elderly. Just to make it extra foul, I'll ram my knob into their eye sockets and scream "For all your painful fuck needs, call Lexmark!"
Thank you for your time.
-Cecil the Dispatcher.
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