So I'm at work BSing with my imeadiate supervisor and all around decent guy (not bad looking either) and he tell me I can't be mean. I have no practice being mean.
Age will always underestimate youth as a lack of experience.
So the "dish washer" that I replaced showed up today. Appearantly he'll only be working on the weekends returning me to my former job of well go fer. His "excuse" for missing days wiht out calling etc etc.? *insert bad jamacian accent here) having my hand in the water that much makes them hurt. i don't like having my hands in the hot water. i'm a musician these hands are my life".
I tell him he's in the wrong line of work.
My Boss wispers as the Dishwasher leaves "laziness is a condintion to which one will always be in the worng line of work."
I contemplated strangling this asshat till he bled. Then I envisioned a hammer breaking all the bones in his fingers, the palm of his hand.
I described this to my imeadiate supervisor and he shook his head, smiling.
Mean is a petty thing, I explained. Cruelty is an Art.
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