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Originally Posted by Empty_Purple_Stars
Post all of your bitching, sniveling, whining, death threats and general verbal malaise here..
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Okay....this is going to be a death threat.
I had a summer job which involved having people on the street fill out questionaire papers. And I even honestly did the job!
Then I met the bitch to give her the papers back. The first thing she said to me was that I was too late. I was maybe fuckin 2 min too late. Is that too late? No, 2 hours, that's is too late.
She requested that I give her the money back for the drink that she "payed for" for me the last time we met.
Fine, I gave it to her. Okay.
Without giving me the next portion of the cursed papers, she just left with a stiff "bye".
Okay, fine....all the better.
And then the bitch called me and started yelling about why the hell were so many papers where the people didn't want to give their telephone numbers? What the fuck is her problem? I told her that there was such a situation. And now she wanted the money back!
...Isn't it rather fishy that a job-market analysis should involve people's telephone numbers? Huh?
And I fuckin talked to her about this before. And I understand the people that didn't give their numbers...I feel sorry for those that did, because now I don't know what is going to happen to their personal information.
I hope this bitch buys herself a cappuchino on the money she got from me and then gets run over by some truck or will be found in a trash can in a week.
And if she doesn't, then I'll take care of it. Really. What kind of profesionality is that? This questionaire didn't even ask the gender. Every questionaire must have this question, especially one about success in ones job. How many idiots are there in this world? And I wanted to do something involving marketing in the future!