People keep coming up to me at work and thanking me for doing my job so well. The monthly report marked me as a decent order filler, above average but with some errors. It also marked me as an outstanding janitor. Today some guy from the air-conditioned part of the building who probably makes 2-3 times my salary personally thanked me for doing such a good job. I appreciate it, I really do, but I don't understand. All I do is move cardboard, save good boxes for the small order goons, and take the trash out once daily. I don't even have time to sweep or clean out the ashtrays outside because I spend a lot of time texting and working slowly on purpose. All my coworkers tell me I look quite busy. I'm not even trying. It's not a hard job. I don't do much. How bad were the men before me? Is it really that difficult to follow orders? I mean, I work as slow as I can and dick around and get applause. What the fuck? The rest of my life should be so easy!
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Ha. That's how it is at the pet store.
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