Finale for Fatback
Yesterday, the employee known as Fatback was terminated from my day gig.
Who's Fatback? You'll have to read that for yourself as it's too lengthy to replicate here. Long story short = crazy, unkempt co-worker.
This was a sad event to me, because it meant the end of lots and lots of humor at the workplace. Pretty much everybody laughed at her, which was fine until she was in your way of getting some actual work done. Some final funnies for her farewell.
I'm normally reluctant to post stuff about my job, but Fatback's funny transcended the workplace. Back at eHobbies, I hired this lady in this crazy zip code, one that did more explaining in emails why she wasn't doing her work than actual working, and in similar fashion the kooky truth eventually came out like Adam Lambert.
A little less whimsy, but a much easier path to actually getting things done.
Playing (Music): "Six Underground" by the Sneaker Pimps
Who's Fatback? You'll have to read that for yourself as it's too lengthy to replicate here. Long story short = crazy, unkempt co-worker.
This was a sad event to me, because it meant the end of lots and lots of humor at the workplace. Pretty much everybody laughed at her, which was fine until she was in your way of getting some actual work done. Some final funnies for her farewell.
- Despite the fact she didn't have more than a contract job, she was desperately trying to get the white "hipsters" she dated to impregnate her. Lately, she's been angling to adopt, theorizing that since there are lots of Black kids in the system, they'd be desperate enough to dump one on her. Remember, this is a girl who lost a piece of her own weave in the office, and once couldn't get the zipper on a dress closed, so she wore a sweater to cover it up.
- She apparently had an issue with public toilets, so she would try to squat over the toilet ... and often missed the bowl. Her shoes would frequently be wet when she'd return from a restroom trip. Two days in a row, there was fecal matter on the floor of the ladies' lavatory. No one can prove it was her, but the suspicion remain.
I'm normally reluctant to post stuff about my job, but Fatback's funny transcended the workplace. Back at eHobbies, I hired this lady in this crazy zip code, one that did more explaining in emails why she wasn't doing her work than actual working, and in similar fashion the kooky truth eventually came out like Adam Lambert.
A little less whimsy, but a much easier path to actually getting things done.
Playing (Music): "Six Underground" by the Sneaker Pimps
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