So I flew home, was around all those filthy people in the airport then I traveledon the roadway, stayed in a hotel the bunch of filthy illegals in it, and now I'm sick. I don't ever get sick. Probably got Ebola. I feel like death.
Currently COMPLETELY unarmed, inside an airport filled with homos sapiens, and the air inside this terminal is busted. That status shall continue for the next 3 hours. And i've got a yankee tech coming from Massachusetts tonight with an open ended bill and I won't be there to supervise. Maybe the plane will disappear.
Just had to use the medicated gold bond in place of the monkey butt powder. The experience is less than optimal. Looks like I made the right choice firing the walking boss a couple weeks back because he wasn't watching inventory.
Today's installment of millennial worker weekly comes to you from the rake handbook. It constantly amazes me how many people have no idea how to efficiently, or even correctly, use a rake. I'm serious when I say it's less than 5% of all employees ever came to work knowing how to work a rake. Seems simple...