Last March I was working and a slightly opened box came down my conveyor belt. So as usual, I peeked inside hoping to find some XXX magazines. No mags but I noticed two things. 1) that familiar and very distinct odor 2) a bad ass gun. So I thought to myself: "should I get high and shoot this place up or turn this in to management and let them throw me a parade in my honor?" As tempted as I was to turn my hub into a post office I turned it into my sup. Before they took it I snapped a photo with my cell phone. They treated it as a hazmat and a responder with some manager came and took it away. My reward? Nothing. My p/t sup is now friend/t and I'm still a scrub. No "thank you", no "great job", definately no parade. Mark my words: the next time I come across a box like this, things will go differently. I will rethink my original decision. And when they stick the needle in my arm I will yell: "death to dannyboy and all of his browncafe cronies!" I can't wait.............you'll see........
P.S. I can't believe I have to add this but I don't want the Feds busting down my door so I am just kidding you idiots. Feakin morons. I will find out who you tattlers are but I have my suspicions. "Cathy, diadlover is threatening people again" - wily_old_vet; d.s.; moreluck; db; aspenleaf; everybody.