[sub]God, I hate my job…[/sub]
I’ve been working at a bookbindery for almost a year. In that year I have seen all kinds of crazy shit that you really don’t want to know about (especially if you get TV Guide). This fucking takes the cake.
It all started when my usual machine operator took the night off. It’s our last day for the week (we work 7 on, 7 off), and lots of other people did too. Which ordinarily is no problem.
However, I ended up last night with the single worst operator I have ever worked with. This woman proved herself to be so inept that I almost got fired. That seems confusing, but allow me to elaborate.
We start the machine. Things go along smoothly for about 3 hours. No problem so far. Then the machine breaks down. Since I have been getting my ass beat for the last three hours doing mail, I take a break, figuring that the operator can handle the problem.
Well, I come back into the building 5 minutes later, and the problem’s STILL not fixed. OK, maybe it’s bad. 20 minutes later, I go to see what the problem is. The fucking operator is sitting on her ass reading a book! I ask what the problem is. “Well, I don’t know”, she says.
I say, “How 'bout you get up off your fucking ass and find out!”. So I take a gander at the problem.
Alls it was was a book jam on the line. Now I feel like an asshole for not having looked before, but why should I? I’m not an operator. I’m a mail guy. So I clear the wreck and start the machine.
I ask “Now, was that so fucking hard?”. She gets this cross-eyed look on her face and says “What do I look like, an operator?”.
WTF!!!
That is, in fact, what you are, you lazy bitch!
So I really lose my temper. I’ve had an exceptionally bad week, and I’m not in the mood to be fucked with. Especially by this mousey, three teeth havin’ woman.
So I say, in an exceptionally loud voice, “Get the fuck off my machine, you useless piece of shit!”. Now I know what you’re thinking-if YOU said that at work, you’d be fired on the spot. Well, in this place that might be the nicest thing you’ll hear for days.
Anyway, she goes and tells the supervisor what I said. My dipshit supervisor gets all up in my face. Well, I told him to get fucked, too. That was a big, big, BIG mistake. Next thing I know, I’m in the office trying to keep my job, which ultimately I did.
Anyways, this is what I need to say.
You fucking piece of shit cunt, you can eat my fucking ass! Take your tobacco stained fingers out of your pussy and get to work! You smell like a camel’s balls, and you’re so fucking skanky that I’ll bet I’d need a fork to eat you out! Get the fuck away from me before I blast your last three teeth out of your mouth, you lazy bitch!
Whew, that felt good. I’m calmer now. Thank God I get a week off now, or I’d lose my mind completely.