fuck this job.com

Let me tell you a little story about how fucking stupid my company is. I'm sure you've all heard of Hurricane Katrina. The day after that bitch hit my stupid manager calls and tells me I need to come in. Sure, bitch, I have no fucking power so you had better be ready to smell something awful! I tell my pregnant wife to hold down the fort, since the fucking storm wasn't even gone, and I head off to the fucking bank. Let me tell you, it was a nice suprise to get to work and notice that it too was without power. But what did we do? Go home? Fuck that! We sat our asses in there and waited for customers! With no power! You know how many people came in to cash their fucking checks? NONE! There was a hurricane going on! So in New Orleans there were people on roofs hanging on for dear life and we were sitting there trying to assist our valued customers.

I have never seen such a large collection of inept, inbred bastards in all my life. I work for a bank in southern Louisiana and I have to say that its customers and managers are just above armadillo shit. Case in point: I had the nerve to walk in 5 minutes late today and had to suffer through a bitching by a dumbass. This would be fine if I weren't 30 minutes early every day for a year. One fuck up and these people will toss your ass. Of course my manager is one of those people whose nose is too far up his boss' ass to notice anything good that you do. Don't ever count on him to get your back in a pinch. This place is ran like a whorehouse full of virgins; anything good that happens is strictly by accident.