I hate my job ...

I'll try to sum this up by telling you about the people I work with. So firstly, there's this supermodel wannabe chick. Ok, she's pretty hot but she's completely fucking useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair, or puting on makeup or something. She has to be the most self-obsessed person I and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks and frankly I'm surprised she has sufficient brainpower to continue breathing.

The next chick is a polar opposite. She is possibly one of the smartest people on the planet. She has virtually endless career opportunities and yet, her she is with us. She is a 0 on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she so much as showers, much less shaves her 'womanly' parts. I think she might be a lesbian, as every time we drive by the hardware store, I swear to god she moans like a cat.

But the jewel of the crowd, has to be the fucking stoner. Now, I'm talking more that your average pothead. In fact, the guy is baked before he comes into work, during work, and I'm sure after work as well. He probably hasn't been sober at any point in the last ten years and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and on top of it all, he brings his huge fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this massive great dane walk around, half-stoned from the second hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think he's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Oh, and the both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to burger king and McDonalds every day.

So anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

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