Nov 05, 2009 11:53
My job is going to kill me someday.
My boss just called me in his office over my last months review. Said, there was a mistake. A money mistake. Not big, but still a mistake and we have this ongoing banter that sometimes I do my job sloppy.
So, he sat me at his table and made me search for it, for a fucking one and a half hours. And guess what! There was no mistake! That was his mistake.
I love his last sentence: Hm... Guess i took and drunk that money.
FUCKER!
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