Of course you all know by now
that I work in a McDonalds, but I have to say it just in case you don't
know. Now I work with many different varieties of people. I work with
cool people, dumb people, mean people, and flat out retarded people.
There are midgets, fat people, old people, people I wish would burn
in the fryer, and of course people that are cool with me.
However there is simply no
classification for the co-worker I am about to describe to you. There
is a maintenance man I work with who can't even maintain himself, never
mind the store. See he walks around all the time and smells like pure
shit. I know when you say someone smells like shit you sometimes exaggerate
that, but this guy literally smells like the local old folks home. Not
only that, but his breath is even worse. I swear to god anyone that
goes to talk to him will die due to the fact that his breath smells
worse than my dogs ass. This is what it's like when you talk to him,
I know people that have come
very close to puking when he is around and in this case the guy did.
Now another thing my asshole worker does is argue. He demands that the
store belongs to him, let me get my facts right. In
his mind cleaning the shitter gives you ownership. Well fuck I think
I am going to go clean the toilet at Wal-Mart and than start sitting
in on company meetings and telling them what to do. That sounds fair.
The only reason he ever wins an argument is because no one can stand
near him long enough because of his shit breath and he never shuts the
fuck up.
He is also a big ass liar.
He told us his wife was a nurse when in reality she is a fucking cleaner
at a hotel. Now I don't know how he mixed them up, but he sure did.
Hell I can't even see how his wife can stand him. If my husband came
home smelling like shit every night he would be outdoors you know people.
I would never deal with a wife like that, fuck.
Anyhow, if you come into a
McDonalds and smell something funny, it ain't the food it's the maintance
man. The same guy who can only manage to fix one thing... ok I actually
can't remember him fixing anything. He can fix his wife after I beat
her tonight. So yeah, by the way. Stay away from McDonalds. The food
smells like my maintenance mans breath.
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