Time Cheater
Every evening at work TC packs up to go home hours before any of us. He comes in to start work much earlier in the afternoon than the rest of our little motley crew, in fact I'm still at home fast asleep when TC starts his shift. A few weeks ago Shitfoot and myself began to yell at TC each night when he heads out. We're in one giant open section of the building so voices carry a long way. More people picked up on our harassment of TC and they yell at him as he's leaving too. It's stupid stuff really, saying goodbye or goodnight to him using silly retarded voices in an effort to embarrass him. Since he's done for the day way before I am, I started shouting out "Gooooooodnight Time Cheater!" TC would never cheat on his time, we all know this and that's part of the joke.
At first TC thought it was funny. But over the next couple of weeks, he thought it was much less funny.
One night as TC was splitting the scene for home I yelled "Bye bye Time Cheater!" and a few seconds later TC was standing in front of me at my work bench. He had a big smile on his face but the look in his eye told me he wasn't amused. TC said, "You know there's other people in the building here at night that don't know me and they might think I really am cheating on my time." He was still smiling as he spoke but I could tell he was dead serious. The shit was bugging him. He continued, "I'd really like it if you don't do that anymore. Okay?" He smiled and nodded as he said that to me. I hadn't thought about someone actually thinking he was cutting hours off his shift to rip off the company. Maybe some dingbat would approach a manager and cause a problem for him. He had a point. I felt dumb. I told TC I'd knock it off.
From now on I'll just call him TC.
At first TC thought it was funny. But over the next couple of weeks, he thought it was much less funny.
One night as TC was splitting the scene for home I yelled "Bye bye Time Cheater!" and a few seconds later TC was standing in front of me at my work bench. He had a big smile on his face but the look in his eye told me he wasn't amused. TC said, "You know there's other people in the building here at night that don't know me and they might think I really am cheating on my time." He was still smiling as he spoke but I could tell he was dead serious. The shit was bugging him. He continued, "I'd really like it if you don't do that anymore. Okay?" He smiled and nodded as he said that to me. I hadn't thought about someone actually thinking he was cutting hours off his shift to rip off the company. Maybe some dingbat would approach a manager and cause a problem for him. He had a point. I felt dumb. I told TC I'd knock it off.
From now on I'll just call him TC.
7 Comments:
Yes, you used to be a cruel son of a bitch. I always wondered why I got layed off when you were still there, but now I know. Fuck you.
TC
ya fuck you , ya cruel bastard.
and fuck you too, time cheater!!! rofl
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im drinkin, this is the funniest post yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<3 = (l0ve),
SHIT_f00t
weeeeeeeeeehooooooo!
fp,
I thought your TC story would of been the OTHER one. Would of made interesting reading, but not for TC. Bad memories.
lb
the taxi cab story?
Yea.
lb
lb i think it's best i don't write about that one. besides, that's not my story to tell.
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