Monday, November 11, 2013

Blessed Cursing

Or you could come work where I do.
My job is like the Twilight Zone.  The number of employees who curse out superiors is simply staggering.  Perhaps more surprising is that nothing happens to them!

I'm no fan of most supervisors, but I dance inside when one comes on the floor and is handed her ass by one of the attendants.  I love watching them resigned to retreat.  They slink away, trying to hold their head high, trying to catch my eye.  As I I'd help.  I'm not fooled.  The cursed-out supervisor is like a killdeer.  If I swooped in to help, she'd flutter up just fine and turn the situation around to my detriment.

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