I met my boss today, also known as the-weasel-faced-twerp-I'd-really-like-to-asphyxiate. A lot of people have the Boss From Hell. I have the Boss From Hell And Seventeen Other Unseasonably Hot Locations. Evidently I act like I am on cocaine. I guess the WFTIRLTA has never worked with anyone with energy or who likes their job. And someone getting a bloody nose while being hyper? Pfft. DRUG TEST!
The WFTIRLTA came up behind me while I was working and I jumped. Caffeine + energetic person + working with the dead = jumpy person. I guess he has never seen anyone do that before. Later he came back while I was trying to stop a nose bleed. Anyone who has worked extensively with Formalin and bleach knows it causes them. (If the WFTIRLTA ever left his cushy office he'd know that.) He confronts me and says I wasn't drug tested because I came highly recommended- but obviously they do things differently where I am from because here they don't tolerate drug usage on the job.
Uh... come again? I clenched my fists and thought if I could just kill him right now I could go to the electric chair a happy camper.
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