You thought that it would be a good idea to break into the office at night and Xerox your ass.
Fluorescent lights keeping you awake in the dead-end graveyard shift makes you want to cut your arms.
People were wondering what was that funky lingering smell coming from the copy machine.
After days and days of stink they found out you filled up the ink with dried shrimp because you were bored.
And so you clock watch.
Because you hate your job. Maintain the disarray, and dream of layoffs.
Hung over from the night before you’re 30 minutes late and your boss gives you the eye.
You were sure that no one would find out that you came in after hours for a wild drunken orgy. Cameras hidden in the corners caught you doing nasty things to your bosses coffee mug.
What happened to the security tapes? What happened to the security tapes? Your headache so big you’re going to implode.
Hurry up. Here comes the dinner rush. You didn’t thaw out the meat, and we’re out of garlic fries.
What are you doing? The gravy goes on the side! Now you have to make it again. So this time don’t screw up!
You told that customer that you didn’t beat off in their meal, but that was a lie they caught it all on tape. This they returned for being too cold, this they returned for being too bland, so make it again or the boss will dock your pay.