Nice wood, AW!
that's what all the girls say
Jump to content
Posted 11 February 2013 - 07:55 PM
thought about all the things I miss about those big storms and all the things I don't miss. On balance, I guess since there is no way my back could handle using a shovel like that right now, it's bloody good I live here.
You just need a good plow man.
Posted 12 February 2013 - 02:56 PM
"I have been increasingly overworked and overburdened to the point that last year, some of you (but only a few!) may have noticed a drop in my performance. I am deeply and profoundly sorry for that.
Unfortunately, this off-season was not refreshing. I am more exhausted than ever.
For this reason, I am abandoning my involvement with Liberty Tax on 24th Street permanently. ----- ----- will continue in the office solo, and I encourage you to give her the opportunity to continue working with you. Otherwise, I want to give ample notice for you to find another qualified tax professional to work with this year.
I will not be available for any tax, accounting or consulting work whatsoever. In fact I am planning yet another complete career change, to pursue and develop expertise in graphic design."
I sure can pick 'em, huh!
Posted 12 February 2013 - 02:58 PM
My job is so fucking creepy. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.