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Originally Posted by atsonicpark
golden child's story was awesome!... I fuck up at work all the time, on purpose usually. I've stolen shit, got fucked up at work (just the other day, I bought a bottle of liquor, went out to my car, drank the whole bottle, and came back in, all in the course of 15 minutes -- don't worry, it was weak liquor; Boone's Farm), ate food, and lately .. you know those cardboard cases over top of DVD's? Like, there'll be a DVD but there'll be ANOTHER case over top of that? I've been switching all of them up, putting the cases over top of the DVD's without the cases. So, I'll put the RIGHTEOUS KILL slipcase overtop of PRETTY WOMAN. I do all this shit, and I tell my boss about it and he laughs and he's like "Why you telling me this shit man? Don't tell me this shit!" And we laugh. He's my boss but he's not the OWNER OF THE STORE, so he doesn't really give a fuck, because the store is always so fucked up by the other shifts and costumers that my "contributions" don't really matter. He's an ex-con (!) who got put in prison in Florida for dealing crack and now he's a manager, he's awesome, he looks exactly like Scarface, he's always doing this fucked up shit, he put a brick through some woman's back car window the other day when she was in a video store because she yelled at him for throwing lettuce on the ground. He's so fucked up. It's hilarious. I've torn up the floor there.. that wasn't on purpose.. one time I spilled a huge pallet of wine, all this pretty expensive shit, the entire floor was covered in red wine. It was great. I've probably cost that store tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of dollars worth of damage. But I'm a good worker so they don't care.
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