It needs to be done
After four months of working at my job, I am proud to present the following:
Your company president might be a redneck if...
...firearm locations are covered in employee orientation
...the above are covered before fire extinguisher and first aid kit locations
...your Collections department consists of "Louie and Rockko down the street" (I swear to God)
...his idea of a background check is "I know this guy...he can find shit out"
...his entire name is made up of common first names
...board meetings are held at a bar
...your company disciplinary process can, and has included "taking the fucker out back"
...he brings his dog into work with him all the time (and I love his dog, he's so awesome)
...uses work to hide from his wife
...he has ever chosen not to hire a potential employee due to them dressing better than he does
...you have ever had to teach him how to do payroll properly, despite your failing a finance class....twice
...gets packages at the office that you think are company related, but turn out not to be later
...has a new story every day about how he's done business in the past
...his stories are ones you can never keep a straight face through
...you have an ashtray instead of a water-cooler to gather around
...you end up talking to the landlord more than he does
...you ended up lecturing him on correct business practices within the first week
...he goes on to brag to other people about your lecturing for months
...you have ever been able to make a direct comparison between a day at work and a story told by Ron White
Seriously, I love my job and the people there. Yet, I fear for what may happen to it if I were to move on to a better paying position.
I love it to the point of staying so late that I end up getting the pharmacy 2 minutes after it closes down...and I'm out of Adderall. I'm going to become a jerk tomorrow...again. I hate running out on weekends, as nothing seems to ever work out when I try to get it refilled on the weekend.
Oh well, I'm hungry...yet am too tired to cook..smeg.
Your company president might be a redneck if...
...firearm locations are covered in employee orientation
...the above are covered before fire extinguisher and first aid kit locations
...your Collections department consists of "Louie and Rockko down the street" (I swear to God)
...his idea of a background check is "I know this guy...he can find shit out"
...his entire name is made up of common first names
...board meetings are held at a bar
...your company disciplinary process can, and has included "taking the fucker out back"
...he brings his dog into work with him all the time (and I love his dog, he's so awesome)
...uses work to hide from his wife
...he has ever chosen not to hire a potential employee due to them dressing better than he does
...you have ever had to teach him how to do payroll properly, despite your failing a finance class....twice
...gets packages at the office that you think are company related, but turn out not to be later
...has a new story every day about how he's done business in the past
...his stories are ones you can never keep a straight face through
...you have an ashtray instead of a water-cooler to gather around
...you end up talking to the landlord more than he does
...you ended up lecturing him on correct business practices within the first week
...he goes on to brag to other people about your lecturing for months
...you have ever been able to make a direct comparison between a day at work and a story told by Ron White
Seriously, I love my job and the people there. Yet, I fear for what may happen to it if I were to move on to a better paying position.
I love it to the point of staying so late that I end up getting the pharmacy 2 minutes after it closes down...and I'm out of Adderall. I'm going to become a jerk tomorrow...again. I hate running out on weekends, as nothing seems to ever work out when I try to get it refilled on the weekend.
Oh well, I'm hungry...yet am too tired to cook..smeg.