As you already know, there's nothing that happens in the Corporate Shitter that I agree with, and today has been especially eventful. A few hours ago I finally saw the face of my Great White Whale, the guy who fucking brushes his teeth every day when I'm in there. Feel bad for bitching about him, he looks like Santa Claus.
And just now I walked in and noted that someone was in a stall. Talking on his phone as he huffed and puffed through his post-lunch sit-down.
Christ. I shoulda just started screaming so whomever he was talking to could hear me "JESUS CHRIST!!! Someone needs to change butchers, fucking hell it goddam reeks in this bathroom!!!!"
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