Today, an order-writer at work had to fix a job. I saw the paperwork and it looked like a kindergartener would have been embarrassed by the messiness of the job. The woman, who owns her own company, had notes sideways, scribbly hand writing and things out of order all together. It was horrible! My friend had tried to decipher the mess but Hieroglyphics would have been easier. She told me in a hushed voice she wanted to throw a “Molotov into her house window”. I couldn’t and wouldn’t argue with her….She’s been my friend for 14 years and by God, she was right, irregardless of what she wanted to do…it was making her job and the scrutiny unbearable for her. A Molotov might have this issue solved.
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