I am a forty-seven-year-old man, and I have a desire to work for a company that values their employees. I hold the role of Production ‘Manager’ for a millwork company located in the western suburbs of this bullet riddled shit show called Chicago. As a rule, a management team should possess, at the very least, a modicum of managerial skills. Like, being able to discern when employees are wiping their asses with the ‘company-provided’ toilet paper and throwing that shit stained wad on the… Continue reading “The Hand-Off”
I work with a guy who recently discovered breakfast cereal. He sat in the open space work cubicle next to me and recently started snacking on cheerios and shredded wheat ALL DAY LONG! He took no breaks, from his snacking, that is. He would eat one at a fucking time. And he would systematically crunch down on eat one of those poor little frosted breakfast cereal pieces.