Floyd Barber, Motivational Warehouse Supervisor
You send that shit back! If I see that lying around when I get back, hell will be a basket of kittens compared to me.
I don’t care how you do it, but that shit better be out of my sight by the time I return. I don’t want to hear what receiving said, and I don’t give a shit what the purchase order says. If that shit isn’t out of my face, I’ll slap a UPS tag on your ass and ship you to Upshitcreekistan.
Listen, I’m a very reasonable man. I’m sure that these mix-ups happen all the time at other companies. But as understanding as I am, I’m not going to walk into the VPs office and tell him that one of my screw-ups managed to make me look bad. That shit don’t fly. That shit won’t even leave the ground, unless it is launched from the toe of my boot.
I ain’t paying you to come up with excuses. Your job description does not include fecal marketing or bullshit artistry. You are here because you have previously proven yourself capable of performing the most work with the least amount of bullshit. But if you and your team can’t make this shit disappear, I’ll drop my pants and start shitting pink slips.
Are we crystal on this?
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