I found out earlier this week that I didn’t get the managerial job at The Union Market, so all week I’ve been performing small acts of destruction as a means of retaliating against the doucheweineriness of it all.
I refuse to incriminate myself by revealing any of my secret acts. But let’s just say that things have been going… missing.
This is what I wore to work today:
The staff handbook states:
“1. Always wear your staff T-Shirt. You can alter it to your style… keep it in slightly one piece (keyword “slightly”). People should still be able to identify you as a Market employee.
So there. While you’re trying to find the store clock, locate the garbage bin that used to be beside the sink, or search for the staff plate to eat your sandwich on, think of me.
My softcore bad behaviour reminds me of when I used to act out in grade school and was almost suspended on numerous occasions. Leave a comment if you’d like to hear a story about them in my next post.
In the meantime, here’s what I’ve been listening to at work while performing bad deeds.
Oh, and I’m writing this post from at work where I should be stocking fridges and making low-grade coffee. After this, I think I might watch a movie. I’m thinking Office Space or Clerks.