troll of the month award
We’re hiring. Finally, I’ll have someone to do all the menial tasks I don’t feel like doing.
The fetus-with-a-mullet (Jesus, cut that hair already) called me in to go over the job description for the new victim, uh, Executive Assistant. So anyway, I’m there writing page after page of requirements for the position. It’s like we’re hiring a NASA engineer. Well, that’s probably a bad example, since lately the U.S. can’t seem to eject a fully functioning one.
Snapping me out of cloud nine he says, “…also, we don’t want any fat or low-brow people. And no one from India.”
I force myself to stare at the floor in an effort not to claw his tracquea out and somehow manage to say “Wart (by the way, that’s his new nickname inspired by the myriad structures on his nasty face), I cannot put that in the job description seeing as it is very ILLEGAL.”
“Well, we won’t say it, but we’ll screen them out during the interviews.” And then, he winked!
Argh. I’m so furious.
Can’t think of anything better to do but to make sure he doesn’t sleep tonight. So, I went to one of those anonymous e-mail websites and forwarded certain e-mail threads to his wife.
Yes, the same ones he’s been sending around to his VC buddies (bunch of perverts) with pictures of naked coeds, young boys or pussy close-ups. Ensuring of course that his e-mail address and comments are front and center. Asswipe.
