"Toshio" wrote:Yesterday I had to work alone during the night, but that's not all bad, since I got a day-off today.
You think that's bad, my job is
freakin' unbelievable! I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there's this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she's pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless!
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She's extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer either, and frankly I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
This other coworker, well... She might actually be one of the
smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she works with the lot of us. However, she's a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not even sure she showers.
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 in the crown has got to be the pot smoking fella. 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 freakin' dog to work.
Every day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Heck, 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 freakin' day.
Anyway, I drive these planks around in my van and we solve mysteries and stuff.