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Dear whiny little 16 year old.
I will keep throwing these mouldy cherries at you until you figure out that you are not here to play. You are here to work.
This is a job that YOU applied for. YOU filled out the forms. YOU went through orientation. YOU decided that this was the summer job for YOU. YOU ARE WORKING HERE! SO WORK DAMN IT!!!
I know that your grade 10 teacher was really, really mean and assigned you summer reading (That skank. Who does she think she is?), your mother packed you a lunch that wasn't to your liking (The Horror!), and the Supervisors keep telling you to stop talking to that adorably cute girl behind you (She's just turned 13 you pervert. She likes bunnies, sparkly stickers, and Girl Guides. And to top it off she's my best friends little sister. We will hunt you down with knives if you even think of touching her "Sweet Ass").
Your life really sucks doesn't it?
I don't hate you cause you're Male, Half Native (Yeah right by the way.), or Fat (Which you really really are. Exercise much?). I hate you cause you are useless and am making my job a living hell. Also, all that "Gangsta" talk is making you sound fantastically stupid. IT'S IMPRESSING NO ONE! SO PULL UP YOUR PANTS AND PUT THE HAIR NET BACK ON MORON!
Look. It's quite easy. The Cherries that are squishy, mouldy, bruised, nicked, or otherwise nasty go in that little trough full of running water in front of you called the cull bin. The rest stay on the conveyor belt and go to the boxing department.
I hate to say this but, the mentally handicapped dude in front of you is doing a better job at this than you are!
So in conclusion I would like to say....
GROW UP KID! THINGS WILL NOT BE HANDED TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. LEARN TO DEAL WITH REALITY!
And if you can't deal with that please quit and let me have back the nice quiet Vietnamese Gentleman who you replaced. He couldn't speak much English but man could he work.
To make a long story short. There's this kid that has been driving me nuts for the last 3 days. I'm about to strangle him. Stupid rich kids who get everything handed to them need a reality check. And shouldn't be let out of the house till their they've matured some. Grrr...
The Grumpy Kt was at the farm for an hour before work. Sorted Cherries for 9 hours then was a Janitor for another 2. This kid and his 6 hour work day (His mummy says he's too "delicate" for a regular work day.) needs to wake up and smell the coffee. We can't all have a car given to us and use our cherry cheque to "Pimp it out".
What does that even mean anyways? Stupid fake Gangsta...
And FYI. I'm not actually going to attempt to kill this kid. It would be fantastically easy and there are so many hiding places in the mountains surrounding town, but I'm applying for a work visa later this month and need a clean record check. Even if I did though no Jury would convict me. It was totally a mercy killing.
I will keep throwing these mouldy cherries at you until you figure out that you are not here to play. You are here to work.
This is a job that YOU applied for. YOU filled out the forms. YOU went through orientation. YOU decided that this was the summer job for YOU. YOU ARE WORKING HERE! SO WORK DAMN IT!!!
I know that your grade 10 teacher was really, really mean and assigned you summer reading (That skank. Who does she think she is?), your mother packed you a lunch that wasn't to your liking (The Horror!), and the Supervisors keep telling you to stop talking to that adorably cute girl behind you (She's just turned 13 you pervert. She likes bunnies, sparkly stickers, and Girl Guides. And to top it off she's my best friends little sister. We will hunt you down with knives if you even think of touching her "Sweet Ass").
Your life really sucks doesn't it?
I don't hate you cause you're Male, Half Native (Yeah right by the way.), or Fat (Which you really really are. Exercise much?). I hate you cause you are useless and am making my job a living hell. Also, all that "Gangsta" talk is making you sound fantastically stupid. IT'S IMPRESSING NO ONE! SO PULL UP YOUR PANTS AND PUT THE HAIR NET BACK ON MORON!
Look. It's quite easy. The Cherries that are squishy, mouldy, bruised, nicked, or otherwise nasty go in that little trough full of running water in front of you called the cull bin. The rest stay on the conveyor belt and go to the boxing department.
I hate to say this but, the mentally handicapped dude in front of you is doing a better job at this than you are!
So in conclusion I would like to say....
GROW UP KID! THINGS WILL NOT BE HANDED TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. LEARN TO DEAL WITH REALITY!
And if you can't deal with that please quit and let me have back the nice quiet Vietnamese Gentleman who you replaced. He couldn't speak much English but man could he work.
To make a long story short. There's this kid that has been driving me nuts for the last 3 days. I'm about to strangle him. Stupid rich kids who get everything handed to them need a reality check. And shouldn't be let out of the house till their they've matured some. Grrr...
The Grumpy Kt was at the farm for an hour before work. Sorted Cherries for 9 hours then was a Janitor for another 2. This kid and his 6 hour work day (His mummy says he's too "delicate" for a regular work day.) needs to wake up and smell the coffee. We can't all have a car given to us and use our cherry cheque to "Pimp it out".
What does that even mean anyways? Stupid fake Gangsta...
And FYI. I'm not actually going to attempt to kill this kid. It would be fantastically easy and there are so many hiding places in the mountains surrounding town, but I'm applying for a work visa later this month and need a clean record check. Even if I did though no Jury would convict me. It was totally a mercy killing.