Yep, I’m back. Bet ya didn’t think I’d ever come back and blog didja? Well, you’re wrong! Monkeys. Steve-o, I see you’ve got this place on top of your cool links and that really hits me right here man *sniffs*. So anyways, now that we’ve got all that touchy feely bullshit outta the way, let’s get to something that counts: THE BITCH!
Ahhh, so much better to be able to unmitigatedly bitch about something, and have no rebuttal against what I say. That’s right my little monkey-men, you have to sit there and take it! MUAHAHAHAHA! Just like being at work isn’t it? Heh.
So anyways, I go into work yesterday to find out I’ve got to retake this test. Suffice it to say it’s a bitch of a test. The worst test Radioschlock has. That’s right, you guessed it: The parts test. Why is this the worst test RS gives? Because it’s fucking STUPID! Radioshack dosen’t even sell 99% of the parts we used to! So why should I spend 4 hours reading through the manual and retaking this stupid fucking test? It pains my heart that God killed his son for idiots like these too. Oh well…I’ll get over. Here comes the real bitch:
Why did Jamie have to retake the test? Was it because he failed the first time? Nooooo. Was it because Radioshack thinks he cheated and wanted a retake? Nooooo. Was it becuse Sasquatch came into the store in the middle of the night and needed something to wipe his ass with after taking a righteous dump in the middle of the sales floor? Noooo. Did aliens, perhaps, zoom down in their metallic carbo-lite space sleds and snatch the test up to use in a rousing game of universal table-top football? Nooooo.
Was it perhaps because Rolo, the venezuelan monkeyman threw the goddamned test out or moved it somewhere and forget where he put it?!? BINGO! So I have to retake a test, not because I couldn’t pass it, but because of manegerial incompetence. And they wonder why their stock went from 87/share to 21/share. Big fucking surprise right?
But that’s okay, I’ve fixed it so that he can’t lose the test this time. I spent all night taking it, and when I passed it, I made three copies, one for the file, one for me, and the other one? Well, I took packing tape and spent 30 minutes laminating that fucker to his desk. Maybe he’ll get the point this time. And I hope it pissed him off. I hope he’s as pissed about it as I was, finding out I had to retake because /he/ threw the original away. Maybe he’ll get the point. Who knows, one can hope for the enlightenment of others, though it seldom occurs.
That’s all for now…more later.
S
This ends up being the point where I do most of my rambling. Sometimes it's good, most times it's not. As far as I go, I'm a 30-something husband, father, friend, geek...everything else you want to know about me and everything else you don't is contained right here in these pages.
~Swift