Hello…
What the hell was wrong with that little bitch today?!
I’m talking about my bath guy here.
The guy came all depressed, gloomy fucking vibe, bitching
about this and that; talking in a soft tone and when asked “what did you say?”
he would just stay quiet or simply replied that he did not say
anything. I swear I really want to call his boss so I can have someone new that
is more positive and listens to what I say. This guy today had the cojones to
tell me that when I think I’m helping him I am not; that it is all in my head. I
told him that it was odd, that the other bath persons appreciated the fact that I could still turned
my body so they could properly put my pants on.
AND THEN, he gets all mad because I tell him that I am seating all
crocked on the chair, he did not want to lift me because, once again, it was all in my head and not the fact that I was seating crooked. Well fucking Merry Christmas to you too asshole…
What a mormon….(he probably is)
PS Obviously I smiled throughout the whole thing and did
wish him a Merry Christmas to him and his kids, but inside I was telling him
off like I usually do….
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