In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”
Are y’all kidding me? Turn the smell of old farts into a glow puff piece?
Yesterday, Phil smelled like he didn’t shower. The creep doesn’t button his shirt.
Today, after messing up the batch (I forgot to endorse the back of the checks before scanning for deposit), he let’s out his smoker’s breath behind me.
Something is wrong with these guys. I think all of them are crazy. I don’t think the stupid crystallized piece (located inside my roller cart) isn’t working.
Even Ty won’t stop bugging me about those damn Toblerone chocolates he likes so much. Kevin is spazing out from being overworked in AP.
The rest are having fun and have the time to laugh out loud. Soon the lockbox will be implemented and the uploads for ACH/EFT/WIRE will be easy and electronic.
So that means they don’t need me after Jackie returns. I can’t wait to leave this place! But it pays money and that’s good.
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