| *Man walks into a store and finds employee* | |
| Man: | Alright, I've had enough. Why haven't you guys hired me?! |
| Employee: | Uh...well sir, when did you put in your application? |
| Man: | I never filled out an application. |
| Employee: | Well sir, we can't consider you for employment if you've never filled out an application. |
| Man: | No, that's bullshit, because I've been coming here for years now, and every single time I tell you all how much I love this store and how much I appreciate your customer service, unlike some of your other customers might I add! |
| Employee: | Well, but that doesn't- |
| Man: | AND I even told you that I didn't have a job! |
| Employee: | But sir, that doesn't indicate to us that you would like a job at our store. And again, if you've never filled out an application, we can't consider you. Besides, we're not hiring. |
| Man: | OH! Not hiring, HA! What a laugh. I see your store go through seasonal workers all the time. They come and go like nothing, but you won't consider me as a part-time employee even though I KNOW you've been looking for workers to fill positions? That's insane! |
| Employee: | Sir, we've been looking to hire a few people for management positions. Do you have any management experience? |
| Man: | Well no, but what does that matter? |
| Employee: | ...Well sir, that's what we're looking for. You won't be suitable for the position without management experience. |
| Man: | Oh that's such a load of crap. You know, you'll be waiting around a long time for a manager if you don't lower your standards a little. Who cares if someone knows how to manage a store? I LOVE this store and I'm willing to work here, that's all that should matter to you. |
| Employee: | That...doesn't make any sense. |
| Man: | NO! I'm done. This is over. From now on, no more Mr. Nice Guy. |
| Employee: | |
| Man: | |
| Employee: | |
| Man: | Fuck you, slut. |
1) It sounds so much more fucked up when you finally say it all out loud
2) …and that makes you cry,
3) which just might make them cry.
4) Or worse, they might not understand at all.
5) You hate sympathetic sighs, the phrase “shit, dude,” and besides- who wants people to be all worried about them?
…So call your friends and talk about boy problems instead.
Smoke a blunt and maybe fall asleep dreaming about some cute guy you wanna sleep with or a cupcake. Maybe both. I don’t know your life.
*shrugs*
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Looking for a Partner in Crime. Must be taller than me, have tattoos, like decent music, be loyal and cool as fuck. Must get my sense of humor, enjoy sarcasm, cats, puppies, and cuddling with me. Has to be a hard worker, want kids someday in the future, and able to make me smile when I’m bummed out. That’s all.
I know that us ladies are a bit crazy (I mean, the last shirt I bought was a fucking xs and ill still ask you if that shit makes me look fat… I’m an authority on crazy) but christ, lately on Facebook alone girls are straight up out-doing themselves. Stop. That’s it. I didn’t wanna do this, but I’m banning tswift lyrics from fb statuses.
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