Man Goes On The Intercom And Drops Some Hard Seawards After Being Fired From The Thrift Store

There it is, the dream. What every person who has a job they absolutely hate dreams of doing, but very few are ever able to accomplish. When I had my 9-5 (more like 9-8, but whatever) cube job, I had two bosses. One was in the office, one lived in Washington State. I think I’ve blogged about her here and there, but she was so dumb and such a terrible boss it hurt. She didn’t understand how time zones worked. Like, she knew the time was different in New York than in Washington, but something always got lost in brain about how when it was 3pm there it was 6pm here. It’s hard to even explain what I mean because it’s so incomprehensibly stupid, but she just didn’t get how time zones worked. When I put in my two weeks all I wanted to do was tell her everything about how terrible she was at her job and all that, but you have to take the high road and be professional and all that. But when you’re working at the thrift store, I’m pretty sure anything goes. I guarantee that wasn’t the first time someone went on a tirade after being fired from the thrift store. As for dropping hard cunts on the intercom while customers are browsing through some $2 shirts from the 1980’s, I’d generally advise against it. But then again, it doesn’t look like he’s getting a letter of recommendation for his next job anyway, so whatever, go nuts! Seaward here, there, everywhere. And besides, everyone knows it’s back anyway, right? Read it on the internet, has to be true.

PS: Obviously.