He's dead

[maderr]

So let's discuss C, a fellow manager at work. He was "sick" on Monday, so I closed for him. Even let him go home two hours early. He let me go an hour early tonight, okay fine. Except that the whole time I was there he didn't do anything resembling what management should. And I'm sick and f'ing tired of being paid crew and doing management while the manager on duty does nothing. Argh.

And then he waited until I was home to call and tell me that he wouldn't be there on Sunday, when we're both supposed to close. Thanks so much. Fucker.

That's okay, one week from Friday and you can stick a fork in me - I'll be done.

Comments

[raielchan.livejournal.com]

Well, I say buckwheats for all of them.

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

I thought that you meant he was really dead. I was going to laugh.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

He will be next time I see him.

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

bit vengeful tonight, yes?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. I'm tired of doing my work and his own. He's lucky I'm leaving, else I'd do worse than kill him - I'd humiliate him.

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

May I recommend zippo fuel and a v. sensitive part of his body near an open flame?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I do like the way you think.

[starparty.livejournal.com]

*holds up BBQ fork* Can I stick it in him instead??? And I have a really good recipe for beer can chicken.. We can just jam a few cans up his ass and drop him on the grill!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

LMAO

That image will keep me entertained for weeks.

[starparty.livejournal.com]

*bows* I try.. I try...