Why should you be fired from your job?
I spent three years "working" in the Ministry of Agriculture carefully crafting projectiles out of folded paper and drawing pins that I would then fire at colleagues with an elastic band. On discovering I'd been conducting all-out warfare when I should really have been in a field counting cows, I was asked to "reconsider my career options" outside the service.
Why, then, should you be fired from your job?
( , Thu 9 Aug 2007, 13:04)
I spent three years "working" in the Ministry of Agriculture carefully crafting projectiles out of folded paper and drawing pins that I would then fire at colleagues with an elastic band. On discovering I'd been conducting all-out warfare when I should really have been in a field counting cows, I was asked to "reconsider my career options" outside the service.
Why, then, should you be fired from your job?
( , Thu 9 Aug 2007, 13:04)
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Need help killing boss
Okay, so maybe the subject line is a bit misleading. I don't actually want to KILL him but perhaps make him very, very ill. When I decided to take the job of a receptionist, I did not know that it would entail, among other things, babysitting the new hires ("Hey, do you know where Nicole is? I know it's her lunchtime, and you probably don't have any idea where she is because you have never said more than three words to her, but still, will you go find her? She's probably getting fast food...how many fast food places can there be??" -- keep in mind, I live in the States), babysitting my boss and his addled memory ("Hey, who did I give that file to? I know it wasn't you, but I expect you to know what else I could have possibly done with it."), and, the worst job of them all, taking my boss's garishly decorated coffee cup in order to procure water for him from the water cooler. Sure, it's only a few yards away and takes less than three minutes of my time, but everytime I'm sent on a ridiculous water trek (my boss is too BUSY reading the newspaper and looking for 80's hair bands on youtube to get his OWN water) I am seeped in humiliation. I am a twenty-two year old girl and an aspiring novelist and here I am, balancing a #1 Dad coffee cup on a stack of files, plotting my revenge. This is where your help comes in, B3ta. I'm ready to poison my boss. Any suggestions? I need something tasteless (like his preference in clothes and music) and relatively hard to trace (like his bastard children, scattered all over the world).
( , Sun 12 Aug 2007, 19:20, Reply)
Okay, so maybe the subject line is a bit misleading. I don't actually want to KILL him but perhaps make him very, very ill. When I decided to take the job of a receptionist, I did not know that it would entail, among other things, babysitting the new hires ("Hey, do you know where Nicole is? I know it's her lunchtime, and you probably don't have any idea where she is because you have never said more than three words to her, but still, will you go find her? She's probably getting fast food...how many fast food places can there be??" -- keep in mind, I live in the States), babysitting my boss and his addled memory ("Hey, who did I give that file to? I know it wasn't you, but I expect you to know what else I could have possibly done with it."), and, the worst job of them all, taking my boss's garishly decorated coffee cup in order to procure water for him from the water cooler. Sure, it's only a few yards away and takes less than three minutes of my time, but everytime I'm sent on a ridiculous water trek (my boss is too BUSY reading the newspaper and looking for 80's hair bands on youtube to get his OWN water) I am seeped in humiliation. I am a twenty-two year old girl and an aspiring novelist and here I am, balancing a #1 Dad coffee cup on a stack of files, plotting my revenge. This is where your help comes in, B3ta. I'm ready to poison my boss. Any suggestions? I need something tasteless (like his preference in clothes and music) and relatively hard to trace (like his bastard children, scattered all over the world).
( , Sun 12 Aug 2007, 19:20, Reply)
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