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| jane torpedo for hire | |||||||||
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Then I worked for this public opinion poll place. We had great characters at that place. We had Crazy Pencil Lady who was obsessive-compulsive about the sharpness of her pencils. After every phone call, she would make sure that all of her pencils were lined up. We had Spot, whose checks said "Spot". He was some middle aged dude with socks on a headband to make dog-ears. He also panted like a dog when he was ready to turn in a survey. And then we had Jimmy the Speed Freak, one of our supervisors who wore lots of those island paradise shirts. There were other characters, but those are the ones that stick out the most in my mind. Ah, those were the days. They had a quota, so everybody made up surveys to get the quota. The company was evil and would whore itself out to any candidate, and then it paid us to call them and get them to answer stupid surveys. Anyway, they threatened me with a lawsuit. But since they are profit driven, I guess they realized that taking me to court was more trouble than what it was worth. And I informed them that I would call the Republican and Democratic parties and tell them never to hire their company to do stupid polls ever again. I worked there a long time before they caught on. Once, I was promoted, demoted, promoted, demoted and quit/was fired, all within the span of about 2 and a half weeks. That was at the Rainforest Cafe. I am lactose intolerant. But they had free chocolate milk, which I always drank a lot of. I farted my way through my shift and seethed with passive-aggressive anger. It was a bad idea, in retrospect. But really, why dwell on the past when you can scheme about the future.
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