I'm having co-worker problems. The other busser does not seem to want to do his job. The problem is that I don't want to do his job either, and his work has to get done. He spends 15 minutes in the bathroom at least five times per shift. I would suspect cocaine usage, but he moves far to slow for that. Perhaps heroin? Well, I haven't found any scorched spoons yet...unless he is getting some really pure snortable shit. Hmm. Anyway, he is angering me. I don't think he should be surprised to find a knife plunging in and out of his chest. Not that I would do that, mind you, but a person's got limits. Limits.
*sigh*
It's all about stage five living when working.
Stage five.
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Dude, they're going to use your blog in the court of law one day.
I think it's the drug of laziness that's making the co-worker not work.
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