:: Searching for Puck... ::
The mostly-daily saga of a 22 year old girl in search of eldorado, good books, a pen, a spare set of keys, the secret of immortality, or shiny objects, depending on when you ask her. |
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:: Sunday, September 01, 2002 ::
Justin is an ass.
He stumbled into work friday, an hour late as it was, and promptly curled up on the floor in the back room. He was back there for about ten minutes when Tina and came nudged me and asked what was up and if we should call the hospital. David went back there and talked to him, and later told us he looked so fucked up David told him to just go home, because David was afraid he was going to hurt himself if he tried to work in that condition. And so, on the friday of Labor Day weekend, at a shop in the inner harbor, he gets to go home. And then, to top it all off, he took the deposit home by accident the night before. ::rolls her eyes::
And he does nothing all day but make his ridiculously passive sales pitches and take high-end sales by pouncing on them. I've had it up to here with his lack of work ethic. I'm tired of working my fingers to the bone and having him slack off.
In other news, Lyric has moved in down the hall..it's great to finally have a neighbor to talk to.
That's about it for now...talk at ya'll later!
~Fox "work sucks hardcore" Mackenzie
:: Fox 9/01/2002 09:55:00 AM [Say what?] ::
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