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| CANADA'S SOURCE FOR HUMOUR, PARODY, AND SATIRE
You must think that I'm some sort of 14th-century serf that's only been put in charge of this warehouse because I just had a particularly good crop last season. Well, you're wrong but not that far off. Let's just pretend that this is company runs like a feudal system and that I'm the lord of this dirt pile. You'll pull turnips for me for as long as I say so; got it? In case we're not entirely understanding the hierarchy of this company, I will take a moment to explain it to you. You, the employee, are at the bottom of the dung heap. That's as much as you need to know. If I need to waste any more time explaining how this shit works, I'll include a flowchart with your final paycheque. It may help you in your pursuit for understanding, and give you a little study material while you are looking for another job. I was hired for this position because I have proven leadership skills. I'm not some hell-crazed drill sergeant that is here to put you through warehouse boot-camp; I've got better things to do with my time, Pvt. Shitball. But as a former common warehouse worker myself, I will offer you this piece of advice: stop the bullshit right now! Leave your attitude on the loading dock before you enter my domain. Obey my simple instructions, and there will be no further need to chastise you for your slacking ways. My authority does not extend beyond these 20,000 sq. ft., but I can forklift your ass out of here faster than you can say "backorder". That is all.
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