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Sunday, November 28, 2004

Everyone Hates A Snitch

The Army Guy I work with is really pissed off at Mr. Janitor. Apparently Mr. Janitor has been snitching on swing shift employees for minor infractions most of which are entirely petty. Mr. Janitor is no one's manager or supervisor here and as Dave says all that guy needs to be paying attention to is the ground. Washing and waxing the floors are Mr. Janitor's business. That's it. Anyway, Army Guy and Mr. Janitor had a big blowout the other day over something dumb that Mr. Janitor reported to management concerning Army Guy. He's still in a rage over it and I think he's plotting some payback.

During our first break of the shift we usually go outside to hang out and bullshit. We watch the sun go down and stand around in the parking lot giving each other cheap shots and coming up with elaborate cut-downs. It's fun. I got to talking with Army Guy about Mr. Janitor in front of the rest of our crew and as it turns out most of the employees on swings have had some run-ins with Mr. Janitor lately. He's definetly the most unpopular person on the shift it seems and anger towards the dopey custodian is mounting. I already don't like the guy because I think he's an idiot, but he hasn't tried to mess with me over any work related stuff. Not yet anyway. If he does mess with me, he will be sad when I'm through with him. Very sad.

I mentioned to everyone that I had been sniffing horrible stench at certain times on the second floor of our building and Army Guy told me the smell is coming from Mr. Janitor. I couldn't believe it, but it's true. I happened to catch him in the hallway the other night as he was taking out the trash and sure enough he stunk so bad I just about choked. Guess he doesn't like to use deodorant... or soap for that matter. The stench of Mr. Janitor is one of the most awful things I've ever encountered. What is wrong with him I mean, why show up to work smelling like a human garbage dump? That's so messed up. Maybe Jeesus told him that using soap and water is the Devil's handiwork. I'm not sure what if anything to do about it but I was thinking of putting a few cans of Right Guard in Mr. Janitor's utility room. Just so he gets the hint...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

If he smells that bad, he can't possibly fit into the mold set by 'Project Showcase'.
Just call up the powers that be, and have his non-customer-centric-hygene-self removed from the property.

5:37 AM  
Blogger factory_peasant said...

'Project Showcase' will be discussed at a later time...

6:03 PM  

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