Flying Fish Publishing

DocTrot 21

I know by now not to worry about that shipment cause it ain't comin in. I'm thinking, maybe, mondie er (pause) tusedie. Yeah not today though. (Long pause) gonna rain today. I can smell it.

Who the fuck wrapped this box? Get Applbaum over here, he fucked it up again, how many times do I have to tell that cocksucker not to throw the packages.

Ain't really today's shipment I'm worried about. They got this new guy, Short. He's not to bright but cute. (Lights a cigarette and takes a long drag. She leaves it hanging out of her mouth.) I ain't gonna say anything cause he's cute.

Hey Short, take this thing down to storage, it's full of index cards, no wonder it's so fucking heavy.

Talkin sure ain't his thing. I asked him if they give him a hard time, cause you know that other fella hated anyone with more hair than he's got. Shoot, he started hecklin Jimmy the other day cause of his long hair. Anyway that new fella, the real cute one, I asked him if he knew if that one bald fella got fired; you know cause I was trying ta make friendly conversation so he'd stay longer. He just looked at me and handed me the signing paper. Alright's I said.

Hey, you know that new guy Sanders? They canned him. Buddy walked in on him jerkin off in the the bathroom. Turns out he's been stuffing wad loads wrapped in sandwich bags into the shipments, tying them up in rubber bands so they come undone when you open them, sick fucker got off on it.

We should really change the company we buy scones from anyway, their all willy nilly with their recipes, one day it's got icing on it, the next it's dry. Sometimes I wonder if they really should be sellin' scones and get down to the real breakfast of champions, cinnamon muffins.

Hey, where the fuck is short? that crookedeyed girl came by again today? You know, for being all off in the face, I would still put in in her, she's got a hell of an ass, looks like them cinnamon muffins your mama makes. Steamin hot just wanna take a big ol bite.

Wannna hear somethin? Cheryl comes in the other day real down, you know like somethin was botherin her, then she gets this phone call. Then she says she "forgets" to sign one of her invoices and high tails it to the shippin shop place fore anyone's the wiser. She came back whistlen and tootn her horn all day. Her breath smelled like warm icing and you know her hair was put up in a ponytail. I wonder if it's that short cute guy? He don't seem to mind much.

There's a staff meating on Tuesday, apperently they switched over to cinnamon muffins, someone in management took a dive on that. I liked them scones, usually I don't like the scones, too dry, these ones we had with the icing really hit the spot if you washed them down with some bourbon. Make sure to tell Short, the boys having been givin him a real hard time bout that crooked eyed girl, he's in the hot seat.


Eddie and the Facilitator

posted by M @ 11:04 PM