I currently have a full time job that I (mostly) enjoy. I even got a free trip to visit Brunswick's main billiards warehouse in Wisconsin out of it (and that $40K pool table looks better in person than online, to me).
Only issue I (and my coworkers and the store owner) really have is with the manager. He does pretty good, or he would be gone by now, I think, but he can be a slow-starter at the beginning of the day. Up until now, I have just had a mild desire for a shock collar for him to wear with an alarm clock.
However, as of yesterday, after getting an hour and a half late (again) start on going out & around doing some time consuming jobs in a place 45 minutes one way (sometimes it can be up to 2 hours) from our store, that mild desire for a shock collar has upgraded itself for a serious desire for surgically implanted electrodes in his nutsack. With cellular receiver. Or satellite phone receiver, I guess, to make sure it will get him anywhere.
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