As we were digging through pallets full of junk safely nestled in the top row of the pallet racks in the warehouse today, I came upon a brilliant discovery.
In what appeared, at first glance, to my subordinates, to just be an entire pallet of some 24ct of rusty old 3-gallon gravity pot brewing receptacles in need of a toss out, the query was proposed as to what to do with them. I inconspicuously told them to go ahead and haul the entire pallet over to the front corner of the warehouse, and advised them that we would give them to the metal recycler upon his next, what has now become, weekly visit to our campus for scrap metal borne of old repossessed espresso machines and what not.
As the crew departed for their scheduled lunch hour, a detrimental-oppression levied only upon those remedial "hourlies", whilst reserving the flexibility of a self-selected lunch break which typically ranges upward of 90 minutes to 2 hours on any given day for "essentials" such as myself, I quickly and quietly slinked over to the dark recess of the corner in which the gravity-pot receptacles were placed.
Unsealing each receptacle, one by one, and lavishing the sweet sweet covid-free air fortuitously hidden safely within, I spent the better part of an hour breathing deeply, reminiscing fondly, of a world before the advent of utter maskie retardation.
When they returned from their lunch break, I told them I changed my mind about the gravity pots, and that I'm gonna need them to go ahead and post them up on craigslist, for 10 bucks each, just to squeeze a little more blood out of the turnip, and followed up with them twice so far today, to ensure the task is seen through to fruition.
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06-17-2020, 06:21 PM
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