"Yes, we know it's 98 degrees outside. Yes, we know it's the worst possible day to be weeding the islands. Yes, you are the 37th person to tell us this. Yes, Rob is sweaty and angry. And finally, NO! We will NOT come to your house and do the same job for free." What do you think we are? Stupid?
Don't answer that.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Janitorial Sarfession #84
"Rules were meant to be broken. In Hacksaw's world...EVERYTHING was meant to be broken." The Midas touch holds true in Rob's world, except everything he touches, breaks. I got a phone call one night with Rob on the other end saying something to the effect of "I can't get the back door closed." Now, mind you, the "back door" at work weighs something like 50 pounds and is made of thick metal. Maybe even steel. Regardless, I remember thinking to myself, "That door is going to be broken when I come in in the morning." Sure enough, not to disappoint, the door was hanging by a hinge when I came in. He truly is an amazing speciman. The Hacksaw. No other nickname is as fitting.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Janitorial Sarfession #21
Yes, we know it's broken. By calling and alerting us, you've now claimed full responsibility for it.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Janitorial Sarfession #37
"We're over at WaWa. Stop calling us." Seriously, if I leave the grounds one more time and my phone rings, when I come back it's going to be at 55 mph and I'm crashing in to the welcome center. Besides, it's your fault I'm at WaWa anyway. If you hadn't labeled your food, I'd have had meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I LOVE meatloaf. Not the singer. I hate him.
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