If you've decided to burn the bridge there are better ways to quit than just tell your boss to fuck a horse.Now I get to tell my manager to fuck a horse tomorrow. And now I will only commute 15 minutes, instead of 90, not to mention saving 150 bucks on monthly train passes. Tomorrow is going to be sweet.
By sincerely suggesting to his boss that he should consider fucking horses?If you've decided to burn the bridge there are better ways to quit than just tell your boss to fuck a horse.
Agree with this but I imagine Mix is exaggerating a bit. Never burn a bridge...never know when you may need to walk across it again.If you've decided to burn the bridge there are better ways to quit than just tell your boss to fuck a horse.
You know when you're at work, and your boss tells you to do something and it's completely fucking retarded? Sometimes you'll even ask if they're sure because it seems so retarded. Ultimately, you need to think about your long term working conditions and comply. Not only does he not need to comply, in some jurisdictions they can't even fire him for doing so unless his pink slip is accompanied by a pile of money.By sincerely suggesting to his boss that he should consider fucking horses?
I'm standing by what I said. I think that seriously trying to convince your boss to take up a hobby of fucking horses is possibly the most unique way that you can go about getting fired. Not the flashiest... But very memorable.You know when you're at work, and your boss tells you to do something and it's completely fucking retarded? Sometimes you'll even ask if they're sure because it seems so retarded. Ultimately, you need to think about your long term working conditions and comply. Not only does he not need to comply, in some jurisdictions they can't even fire him for doing so unless his pink slip is accompanied by a pile of money.
You're correct. I'll specifically state the horse he fuck be a Palomino.If you've decided to burn the bridge there are better ways to quit than just tell your boss to fuck a horse.
Waiting tables. Now committing acts that some may call treasonous, and I will have already been disavowed by the government. Really lights a fire under your ass to get the job done or at least escape when you know that no one has your back.What were you doing and what are you now doing?
You quit being a waiter to ............. work 15 minutes from your house........ in Falllujah?You're correct. I'll specifically state the horse he fuck be a Palomino.
Waiting tables. Now committing acts that some may call treasonous, and I will have already been disavowed by the government. Really lights a fire under your ass to get the job done or at least escape when you know that no one has your back.
Anyone know any good coffee houses in Fallujah? I'll be landing shortly and would kill for a good chai, or opium den.
I know this. I worked a couple of weeks for this Greek fuckwad named Dmitri. I asked if he knew that the Greeks invented sex, then after he smiled and laughed, I asked him if he knew it was up to the Italians (edit: like myself) to invent sex with women. Then I walked out.If you've decided to burn the bridge there are better ways to quit than just tell your boss to fuck a horse.
Now I get to tell my manager to fuck a horse tomorrow. And now I will only commute 15 minutes, instead of 90, not to mention saving 150 bucks on monthly train passes. Tomorrow is going to be sweet.
QuickerDont burn your bridges mate, in a year or so your current boss might remember you as a decent human being which may render him useful to you.