Touched By An Angel.
Umm...No, this post is not about those lame fuckin' Christian T.V. series. This is about another painful shift at work picking orders. I was bearly making it through the day...And I really didn't think I could continue. Then there I see Greg, our supervisor, suspiciously walking up to me and he says, "I'm here to give your back a rest!". I didn't know if he was serious...I was like ummm huh? I thought maybe I heard him incorrectly so I decided to pull out my ear plugs...So he says it again but this time with a much calmer gentle tone. I ask how and he says "You just drive the pallet jack and I'll pick." I swear those words were the answers to my fuckin' prayers! It was great having your boss do the work for you but it still didn't make too much sense to me. Possibly an angel or a near coincidence that my supervisor may have felt bad for me. That would be very difficult to believe knowing exactly where I work.
posted by tangledthoughts at 6:10 AM
3 Comments:
Thats so cute, are you two going to have sex now? Yay!
No man, I suspect it's a trap. Then again I'm very distrustful of managers, ever since... well, you know. The old days.
I still hate all management, that will never change.
I read this 3 times and found no reference to sex so I am boggled. But I have to wonder if you and Mike work at the same place, and if so, then why dont you both realize that where ever it is you are working, they are apparently trying to whack you.
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