Third Shift Guy,
This taking off on Friday nights shit has got to stop.
Regards,
Second Shift Guy
My motherfucking stapler.
It has one function in its life, to staple things. It isn’t a tough job. It should not only perform that function one out of every two or three times I attempt to use it.
DirecTV, please don’t send any more non-English speaking latinos to my home. I don’t speak Spanish. Without the ability to communicate the problem, it is highly-unlikely that it will be resolved.
Next time, they will send non-english speaking Asian repair man just for you.
S’right?
Fuck timesheets. They’re bad enough as it is without having to use Time Disciple, the shittiest piece of software imaginable. Fuck Time Disciple up the rectum with a rusty chainsaw.
Just had to say that after wasting a morning struggling with that unusable piece of shit.
You mean there’s actually a program worse than Timeslips? Because I’m convinced Timeslips was written by rhesus monkeys on crack.
And my boss’ timesheets have some run-on sentences that would even make William Faulkner cringe.
Wrong.
Don’t get me started.
Or, to put it another way, please please please get me to start!
The guy who parked his gigantic Ford truck in the middle of * four parking spaces* has got some balls, I tell ya. Not even in the parking lot boonies, that I can forgive. He took up four primo spots on a busy day right next to the closest cart return. I honestly was tempted to park perpendicular to his truck in the space left across two of the spots. But I figured it was a large psycho guy who would attack me or something, don’t want that.
People in the lot stopped and stared at it. I was almost expecting a mob to form around it, but alas, no pitchforks. I did notice people weren’t being too careful about getting their carts in the corral though.
(Oops, did that cart roll away toward your truck? So sorry…)