The Three Little Pigs Big Supervisors
Never ever write anything negative about your company in full confession style and obviously not stating the firm's big name.
I've grown complacent on the anonymity of my blog using pseudo names for the people I blog of but I have stupidly committed the above two errors just by mentioning my workplace.
So its not that difficult to have your superiors, who are so ever free on their work days, to go Google the company, and have them chance upon this blog. Ugh, in the top twenty matches no less! What the fuck?
To a certain extent, I am immensely thankful that I've been procrastinating on updating the blog this week and not have disclosed more details than I should, which I think only Mandrake knows what I am blabbering about. Hur hur he who knows I lust.
Any words, even spoken in a pique of temper, could be wielded as a tool against YOU the small fart fry in the company! In the worst scenario, deny vehemently. Deny like hell, which brings me to the point, SO WHY DIDN'T I?!
Once again, I've proven my ultimate wits to the world, which is equivalent to the single celled amoeba, capable of only reproducing itself.
What's fantastic is when your outlet supervisor actually leaves you a tag telling you to write on!
Should that be woe is me or glee is thee?
I am now attempting a very lousy try at sun-tanning on the beach before I start work at 12. The Gothic Jap Porn Star is late. And my ass is aching from the hard sand cos I am still awaiting my beach towel that is long due together with my GJPS.
Before I go off, just like to say that I love all my supervisors very much that I'll be a willing slave to them. Hur hur. Does this earn me any extra brownie points? Damn, no martini at Happy next Thursday. I am on shift for stupid function! Whines. I need my cheap martini since I forgo it for a Hoegaarden at Hideout with the Cowboy Barflies last Thursday.
I've grown complacent on the anonymity of my blog using pseudo names for the people I blog of but I have stupidly committed the above two errors just by mentioning my workplace.
So its not that difficult to have your superiors, who are so ever free on their work days, to go Google the company, and have them chance upon this blog. Ugh, in the top twenty matches no less! What the fuck?
To a certain extent, I am immensely thankful that I've been procrastinating on updating the blog this week and not have disclosed more details than I should, which I think only Mandrake knows what I am blabbering about. Hur hur he who knows I lust.
Any words, even spoken in a pique of temper, could be wielded as a tool against YOU the small fart fry in the company! In the worst scenario, deny vehemently. Deny like hell, which brings me to the point, SO WHY DIDN'T I?!
Once again, I've proven my ultimate wits to the world, which is equivalent to the single celled amoeba, capable of only reproducing itself.
What's fantastic is when your outlet supervisor actually leaves you a tag telling you to write on!
Should that be woe is me or glee is thee?
I am now attempting a very lousy try at sun-tanning on the beach before I start work at 12. The Gothic Jap Porn Star is late. And my ass is aching from the hard sand cos I am still awaiting my beach towel that is long due together with my GJPS.
Before I go off, just like to say that I love all my supervisors very much that I'll be a willing slave to them. Hur hur. Does this earn me any extra brownie points? Damn, no martini at Happy next Thursday. I am on shift for stupid function! Whines. I need my cheap martini since I forgo it for a Hoegaarden at Hideout with the Cowboy Barflies last Thursday.
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