Listen here scruffy, if you’re going to knock on my door and interrupt my vain photo taking to ask me to sign for a package if it comes, please do something to mask the cigarette smell seeping out of your pores. I closed the door 5 minutes ago and I can still smell it.
And no, I dont care that you cant be here to sign for your package because you have a driving lesson. This girl? She.does.not.care.
I dont like our neighbors, obviously. They’re renting the top half of the house and we’d really appreciate owning the whole thing to turn back into one home. Thanks, now get out.
The best part about my job is that this is perfectly acceptable work attire. FTW.