I love my job. I hate my coworkers.

[tenlittlebullets]

There are forty-two cages' worth of small animals at the pet store I work at. Wendesdays are cage cleaning days. Chris, Tony, and I were supposed to split the cleaning between us as equally as we could today. Somehow, Tony ended up doing zero, Chris ended up doing five, and I ended up doing...

...well, do the math.

Whatever may-or-may-not-be-faked injury kept Tony from pulling his weight today had fucking better have healed by next week, because there is no way on God's green earth I am so much as touching any cages next Wednesday.

Edit: Is this just "Make letitallgo's Blood Pressure Rise" week or something? At least two people have whored clips from my 4/29 audio around YouTube in the past few days, without so much as a by-your-leave. sdkjkl;jdsf

Comments

[prouvairesylvie.livejournal.com]

Ugh, you have my sympathy. Cage cleaning is one of the reasons my mother-unit won't let us get other animal besides a cat and a dog. But why did Chris only do 5 cages?

[10littlebullets.livejournal.com]

He spaced out the cage cleaning until half an hour before he had to leave, and got as many cages done as he could in that half hour. Sigh.

[prouvairesylvie.livejournal.com]

As my friend would say, "Ugh! Men!"