Oh how I love my job...
Nov. 24th, 2004 05:36 pmSunday morning, I had a run in with an asshole at work who entered the department bellowing "Who's doing my X-Rays?" Then the bastard has the nerve to write me up for being rude when I'm not as nice as he wants.
Moreover, this dick with clothes on has a history with my bosses and has been slapped down when he got to big for his britches.
So I'm to be the whipping boy, eh? I don't think so.
Let him try this shit again, oh boy, let this mother try something again. I'll write his ass up so fast he'll never know what hit him.
Moreover, this dick with clothes on has a history with my bosses and has been slapped down when he got to big for his britches.
So I'm to be the whipping boy, eh? I don't think so.
Let him try this shit again, oh boy, let this mother try something again. I'll write his ass up so fast he'll never know what hit him.