last week while driving home my engine burst into flames… i pulled over, beat it out, ruining my jacket. next day i had to borrow my moms car to get to work, lame i know. My boss told me, you don’t have reliable transportation, they cut my hours. I got a car now, how much you wanna bet i wont get my hours back?
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yesterday my boss decided to convince me that its my job to clean up blood spray, usually i dont care, if its from the chickens in the kitchen, i work at a KFC, but not yesterday, some junkies shot up in the bathroom and must have ripped a hole in their vein and blood shot everywhere, after i refused, he just got another employee to do it, why the fuck would he not even give a shit, damn heroin addicts, im not cleaning that mess, im waiting for the day he asks me to clean up after someone ODs.
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I work at a popular chicken fast food restaurant and last week my boss, who is about to be fired asked me so check on how much chicken we have left so he knows whether to order more, i told him we have enough for tonight, that tomorrow we will be out, he replied, “perfect, we have enough for the week” he wasn’t kidding, he didn’t order more, we are now out and he’s getting fired for incompetency. Epic Fail.
