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| Two days ago I started a new job. Yesterday I left never to return. |
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It is the shortest job I've ever had.
Within 5 minutes of being there I thought:
"What the hell have I got myself into?"
I knew it would be hard, dirty work, but nothing prepared me for the loud, hot, filthy, and dangerous job that I was expected to do.
I would have managed okay except that my fuckbag of a boss turned out to be the greatest c#nt in the history of c#nts ever to walk the face of the planet c#nt.
He had more than a passing resemblance to Douglas Adams' Vogon commander in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Anyone who has seen the original TV show would know what I mean.
As we were packing up for the weekend, the Vogon walks up to me and says:
"Do you think you're gonna make it as a labourer on this site?"
And me, the diplomatic pussy says:
"I dunno boss, I don't think I'm strong enough for this kind of work," when I really wanted to say:
"You can stick your job up your fat, Vogon arse, fuckbag."
Then I offer my hand, he shakes it, and that's the end of that.
I'm such a pussy I don't even dare type the word c#nt correctly.
I just wish I had the balls to say to the Vogon:
"See you next Tuesday, Fuckbag!" |
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