A chance to get it off your chest
How dare you call me lazy and unhelpful, you hyper-mad posh bitch?
You've taken advantage of this 'relationship' to insult me and it really is extremely unprofessional. I've been doing this job for a decade and worked wtih people who were better than you by miles, but because I do not jump when you call or make your requests my first priority, I am lazy and unhelpful. When I explain why you are not my number one priority, you bombard me with calls, seriously two in an hour, five since lunchtime yesterday is extreme.
Print what you like, I am why past caring now.
Brain the size of a planet and they want him to be helpful and industrious
I thought AllNewTB is a girl?
Me too Nam
Printers: why don't you ever work for more than about 1 hr at a time?
Guess who this is?
Nam wrote (see)
Marvin the paranoid android is a robot with male characteristics. What should I call her if I don't know her sex-it?. Stick your nerdy internet language up your arse leanne. And save your smug cartoons for people who can be bothered to read them. Why not just go and sit with your PLU's and bore each other to death. Bet you never had an original thought in your life. Pseudo intelligence is so boring
It's well fighty in here today. Is someone handing out Stella?
Or a pile on ...
YOU ARE LOVED
North London Runner wrote (see)
Sorry been drinking champagne this afternoon. It has that effect on me. Am a whisker away from giving Lea the Pea a Hannibal Lectur style analysis! Phurr furr furr phurr
LOL I was just about to say who the fuck is Leanne??!!
To the bloke in front of me at Sainsburys tonight: Here's how supermarkets work. You push your trolley round the shelves. You finish selecting your goods. You queue up. You pay for your goods, pack them into bags then leave.
You do not leave half a trolley of goods on the conveyer belt while you finish the rest of your shopping. You do not then send your dotty mother to get more food. You do not then remember your juice and dash to collect it. Or go to the fresh fish counter, queue, order and collect your fish then return to the checkout. Then send your mother to buy toothpaste. And ryvitas.
If you're in front of me again, I will not just tut loudly and roll my eyes at the checkout girl. I will shove my cucumber up your arse, and my onions in your open mouth.
The key phrase in this is in bold.
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