And It All Becomes So Freakishly Clear


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Upon trying repeatedly to collect on a invoice that is overdue from a North Carolina company and recieving the same belligerent response from the sweet-talking SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN, I took matters into my own hands.

As I investigated, one of our branch managers kept defending his unprofessional demeanor, saying it was MY fault, when I clearly had the paperwork that outlined HE DID NOT PAY ME.

I poked. I prodded. And I found out far more than I wanted. The branch manager had a long running affair with this client. OF COURSE! What a bloody brilliant idea! SLEEP WITH THE VENDORS SO THEY DON'T PAY THEIR INVOICES.

Please note: this branch manager is old, ugly, smokes and has the world's most grating voice.



Just how low do YOU go so you don't pay your bills?


4 Responses to “And It All Becomes So Freakishly Clear”

  1. Blogger steelcowboy 

    Not that low. Ever. I hope.
    Isn't there a word for those who sleep with others for monetary gain?

  2. Blogger QOS 

    whore. that's the word you're looking for.

  3. Blogger steelcowboy 

    Yup. That was it!

  4. Blogger TSG 

    See, even the ugly people we all work with are getting some. That's just not fucking fair.

    Although, just imagine how disgusting the person must be that sleeps with our nasty co-workers. That's so grody.

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