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Workin' for the man every night and day. The following blog is about my shitty new job and, if you value your time and sanity, you should stop reading right now.
SCM distributes all the products to all the Wal-Marts in western Canada. My job is to unload large objects, too large for the conveyor lines, out of the trailers, onto pallets, and label them for their transport and destination.
It blows. Especially working for a heartless, union-hating corperation. Even worse is the feeling that I am helping the spread and profit of Wal-Mart, a company I hate and boycott.
But I am an infection within the system. I am helping to corrode the internal workings of the machine. Or at least I'd like to think that.
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Masturbate in the toilets. In work time. Aim for the wall, about face-level to anyone actually sitting on the bowl (This may require standing up). Then, yell "I'm getting PAID for this!!!".
Don't bother washing your hands after, unless you're going to eat. Which, by the way, wouldn't be any of the WalMart products you'll end up "spunkpalming". Become obnoxiously friendly to your coworkers, to justify patting them on the back and handshakes with your smeggy-palms.
I could sit here all day developing this subtle (Really? :P) way of sticking it to "The Man". But I just crossed a personal line (Not mine, someone elses. I have no lines), so I'll stop now.
Edited for spelling. Go me :P[/edit]