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From Wednesday:
Anyways. I'm tired. I was in the basement at work today under the stairs (cleaning), and some guy ran down, whipped out his dick and stated to piss to my left. And I in my horrified state yelled "WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING?" and he turned, STILL PEEING, and then ran back up the stairs shoving it back in. Whilst reporting this to my boss, my boss just chuckled nervously and said "Don't worry about it too much."
I have a feeling there is a lot of basement peeing going around. Disgusting.
The porta potties were THREE HOUSES AWAY on either side. Blech. I'm so disturbed. It's not like I care about seeing a guy (i've seen it before, art class and all), but really. It's disgusting. PEOPLE WORK DOWN THERE. Mud from that house has touched my hands! YUCK.
From Yesterday:
Now the boss I had told was Cody. Our combined boss is Brad. Brad broke his ankle doing a flip off a balconey in Jasper at the company golf retreat (boys only, ho hum). And so he's a bit gibbled. WELL, long story short, yesterday I was driving along and then BANG there's Brad taking a whizz behind one of the houses.
For fucks sake.
And damn that stupidly awesome thunderstorm that I couldn't enjoy because I was trying to sleep.
Anyways. I'm tired. I was in the basement at work today under the stairs (cleaning), and some guy ran down, whipped out his dick and stated to piss to my left. And I in my horrified state yelled "WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING?" and he turned, STILL PEEING, and then ran back up the stairs shoving it back in. Whilst reporting this to my boss, my boss just chuckled nervously and said "Don't worry about it too much."
I have a feeling there is a lot of basement peeing going around. Disgusting.
The porta potties were THREE HOUSES AWAY on either side. Blech. I'm so disturbed. It's not like I care about seeing a guy (i've seen it before, art class and all), but really. It's disgusting. PEOPLE WORK DOWN THERE. Mud from that house has touched my hands! YUCK.
From Yesterday:
Now the boss I had told was Cody. Our combined boss is Brad. Brad broke his ankle doing a flip off a balconey in Jasper at the company golf retreat (boys only, ho hum). And so he's a bit gibbled. WELL, long story short, yesterday I was driving along and then BANG there's Brad taking a whizz behind one of the houses.
For fucks sake.
And damn that stupidly awesome thunderstorm that I couldn't enjoy because I was trying to sleep.