I might have been out of line a bit about those anti-Christian comments. It's just really hard not to be completely pissed off when the entirety of a subgroup of a group that I interact with in any/every way on a constant basis is that subgroup that's almost entirely douchebags.
Anyway, ignoring that, yesterday, my boss was giving a sermon about the apostle Paul's trip to Athens. Turns out, he doesn't know his ancient Greek Mythology(odd, considering he has a doctorate that I've never seen in Theology), since he identified Athena, patron("matron" would be more approprate?) of Athens as "NOT the goddess of wisdom, but the goddess of lust and beauty". Protip: That was Aphrodite, although I think Athena had a lesbian thing going on with Nike(to be fair, Greek Mythology is full of smut). It's kinda hard to listen to a guy who not only doesn't have his facts straight, but also sometimes puts blatant lies into his sermons.
And then, the boss had me putting grommets into a banner, which I had to do quickly since the board of directors was coming for an inspection, doing it half-way, having to take the ones I put in out and almost completely start over again since he wanted me to grommet together
two banners(so it was double-sided) when it was about 5 minutes from the time they were supposed to come. It takes me about 5-10 minutes just to do one grommet, out of four total, not counting taking them out which taks longer since the only thing I had was a dangerous-to-use pair of wire crimps.
Before that, the new warehouse manager - the old one, the one who got a little "handy" with me a few weeks ago, was fired/retired, but that's a whole 'nother issue that I don't have the whole story on. The new guy, however, is pretty good for the job - had a razor blade that I've been trying to fix. The problem is that it doesn't slide in or out any more. Apparently, the bit that holds the blade in(the blade also fell out at one point), was bent out of shape, so I hammered back roughly into shape. It worked(sorta), and then I noticed that the blade was dull. And the only other knife in the warehouse I can find is some stupid safety knife; the first thing I managed to cut with it while figuring out the safety mechanism was the cuticle of my finger. Go figure >_<.
The first time I saw GRTY on a receipt, I asked my sensei, "They're charging us for using their gravity!? What the hell, man?" He cracked up laughing.
Don't give them the idea to do that. They just might
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