Alright.
I haven't posted in a long time I know. Someone was kind enough to reactivate my account, so I'll try to update every once and awhile to keep her entertained and happy.
So I got a new job a couple months ago. Same company, but much nicer department. I am now in charge of destruction at the clinic's storage facility. There is much more potential for hilarious antics at this job, as there are only 4 employees in the department, with no direct supervision, all males in their mid-twenties. Our discussions range from obscene to vulgar, we get to kick boxes around and make runs to the local fast food eateries. A few weeks ago we even closed up for our lunch break, and my supervisor drove all of us to the strip club a couple blocks away.
Also we have discovered a few old random objects we need to get rid of, and are planning a trip to the shooting range in the mountains, where we can proceed to destroy the useless crap in a hail of gunfire.
/me makes a mental note to search the garage for his shotgun.
And now I must go, as I am being summoned to appear in digital format somewhere else.
I haven't posted in a long time I know. Someone was kind enough to reactivate my account, so I'll try to update every once and awhile to keep her entertained and happy.
So I got a new job a couple months ago. Same company, but much nicer department. I am now in charge of destruction at the clinic's storage facility. There is much more potential for hilarious antics at this job, as there are only 4 employees in the department, with no direct supervision, all males in their mid-twenties. Our discussions range from obscene to vulgar, we get to kick boxes around and make runs to the local fast food eateries. A few weeks ago we even closed up for our lunch break, and my supervisor drove all of us to the strip club a couple blocks away.
Also we have discovered a few old random objects we need to get rid of, and are planning a trip to the shooting range in the mountains, where we can proceed to destroy the useless crap in a hail of gunfire.
/me makes a mental note to search the garage for his shotgun.
And now I must go, as I am being summoned to appear in digital format somewhere else.
d_day:
you're back? dang, took you long enough.