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It's not a slicer, not a dicer, not a chopper in a hopper. What in the hell could it possibly be?
Came into work this morning and noticed a peculiar stain on the asphalt in the parking lot. There were little pink flecks scattered here and there around it.
It turns out a watermelon got smashed in the parking lot last night. This can only mean one thing: Gallagher visited my store!
Or maybe some kids were making mischief. I'm going with the first option, because it's more fun for me.
Something Numbnuts should be doing
We have these three little concrete islands in our parking lot with scraggly little trees and shrubs in them. The city made us put those in a couple years ago to make our property more bee-yoo-tiful, or at least slightly less ugly.
I got assigned to pull the weeds out of them today, because evidently some busybody complained about their appearance. Spending an hour bent over yanking out stubborn weeds and being poked and prodded by the Mutant Killer Prickly Weeds of Doom is not my idea of an enjoyable activity.
By the time I was done I had filled up three garbage bags full of weeds to throw away. I just love it when I get saddled with all the bitch jobs while Numbnuts gets to push his empty shopping cart around all day.
No more bastard pills for you, Mr. Crabby Apple
Got called to carry out a storage bed, headboard and footboard for a customer. It turned out the bed stuck out over the tailgate of the customer's POS pickup truck.
I went to pick up the end of the bed so the tailgate could be closed when the customer shouted at me "LEAVE THAT DAMN THING DOWN! THAT AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE!"
Right. Remember that if and when the bed slides out of your truck as you're driving up one of the several hills in town.
Came into work this morning and noticed a peculiar stain on the asphalt in the parking lot. There were little pink flecks scattered here and there around it.
It turns out a watermelon got smashed in the parking lot last night. This can only mean one thing: Gallagher visited my store!
Or maybe some kids were making mischief. I'm going with the first option, because it's more fun for me.
Something Numbnuts should be doing
We have these three little concrete islands in our parking lot with scraggly little trees and shrubs in them. The city made us put those in a couple years ago to make our property more bee-yoo-tiful, or at least slightly less ugly.
I got assigned to pull the weeds out of them today, because evidently some busybody complained about their appearance. Spending an hour bent over yanking out stubborn weeds and being poked and prodded by the Mutant Killer Prickly Weeds of Doom is not my idea of an enjoyable activity.
By the time I was done I had filled up three garbage bags full of weeds to throw away. I just love it when I get saddled with all the bitch jobs while Numbnuts gets to push his empty shopping cart around all day.
No more bastard pills for you, Mr. Crabby Apple
Got called to carry out a storage bed, headboard and footboard for a customer. It turned out the bed stuck out over the tailgate of the customer's POS pickup truck.
I went to pick up the end of the bed so the tailgate could be closed when the customer shouted at me "LEAVE THAT DAMN THING DOWN! THAT AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE!"
Right. Remember that if and when the bed slides out of your truck as you're driving up one of the several hills in town.
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