now that i have the time--
heh heh. i've been meaning to put this up for quite a while already; i just never seem to have the time, or the impetus. but now i've oodles of (self-imposed) free time on my hands, and i'm feeling fairly perky (the night is young!) and goaded into action by the fact that my check from -insert local arts company's name here- has just bounced. as a result, they still owe me 194 dollars of back-pay.
so. here goes.
local arts company (henceforth to be abbreviated as LAC) needs people to burn DVDs of a recently-concluded esplanade performance to flog to the hapless actors and their doting fan-clubs-- yes, these people have rabid fanclubs, who airkiss and squeal, and make me vomit a little bit in my mouth every time i see their lipsticked, rouged, pancake-foundationed faces-- so i am duly ordered to the office by the head honcho (who also happens to be the laziest prick around. no names mentioned. but if you read my earlier recap of the whole affair you'll know who im talking about) to work the burners, wrestle with the toner cartridges, polish the cds, blah blah blah.
so, i'm sitting there, staring at one of his 4 freely-accessible, strictly-for-work computers, waiting for yet another dvd to finish burning, when i realise that on his desktop, right in plain view, there is a rather... interestingly-titled folder.
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now... it's not very wise to put your folder of pron-- not just gay pron, but mature gay pron-- (mature male pix? come on...) right on your desktop, in plain view of anyone using your computer. and it's even unwiser to let your "computer guy" (okay, me) anywhere near it, especially if said computer guy is pretty pissed at the way you've been treating her, and her friends at the company.
and to mr ph----p s-m: you've been punk'd, bitch. it's the least i can do for someone who's been juggling the checkbooks, stealing the petty cash, outsourcing the profit-making to his own company, and above all, being a lazy shit with no work ethic who scolds his own mother for bringing in his lunch late. you shit, i hope harsha manages to get both your companies' budgets published somewhere. then everyone will know why the company keeps losing money, while g-ckom-dia only accepts something like 3 commercial jobs a year and still turns a healthy 6-figure profit.
+ fictions&fires 8:37 PM
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