Sep 17, 2007 15:55
So it's four o'clock. My partner for this well was supposed to relieve me at two. My phone rings and I get to hear this...
"Hey Kyle, see I'm not going to be able to make it by two. See, I got a little drunk, so uhh... I'm probably not going to make it out till sometime tonight."
. . .
I hate my effin' job...
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Especcially since it turns out he didn't show up untill around noon the next day. I got fed up and left at 11 PM when he was an hour late for his seven to eight hours late. =P
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