A firm handshake, eye contact and a smile are more important to me than a written contract or any paperwork you can come up with. But you just took a wicked shit and ran out of the men’s room with out washing your hands. Have a nice day Mr. Big Shot Attorney, I’m glad I don’t have to shake your hand.
Potato salad sandwiches. Open face bagel melts smothered in pasta salad. Baked potatoes topped with potato chips. Cold spaghetti wrapped in a tortilla. Why would I drink low carb beer? That’s like eating an entire cheesecake and sipping a non-fat latte. That’s like eating 4 Big Macs with fries and sipping a diet coke. That’s like low alcohol whiskey. Don’t get me wrong. I can drink Milwaukee’s Best Light all day long. I’ll drink Busch Light because it’s on sale. I will not go out of my way and pay more money for Michelob Ultra because it’s got less carbs but I‘d like to think I can still live life to the ultra.
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8-27-8 anonymous
Whenever i try to explain how bad this one company i used to work at and specifically the scumbag who owned and ran the company i usually tell this story. At the first messenger company in seattle I worked at there was this really quiet driver. he never spoke to anyone and everyone left him alone. At the same time there was an older lady driver, which at the time was novel to me since most drivers i'd met were male. What was also unusual about her was that she wasn't very good at the job and obviously disliked it yet still kept trying to do it. Eventually i had to quit to go back to my home state and when i got back a year or two later i asked about them. It turns out that the older lady was the quiet driver's mother and had gotten the job to find out what the relationship between the company's owner and her son was. Apparently the owner had found the poor guy homeless and offered him the driving job in trade for a place to stay. His mother wound up suing the owner for not only not paying her son a salary but also stealing his disabilty or social security checks (i can't remember which) and sexual assault.
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