There was a common theme with this place. It was usually some kind of party with employees outside of work that caused problems in this location. Luckily, I was never around when some of these employees got together for a party or whatever. It was not like I was anti social or hated partying. I did hang out with a very few employees who probably won’t end up with rape charges at work.
I never attended any kind of big party in my life such as Diddy party with oil bottles. However, thanks to my social life and the navy, I’ve been to hundreds of clubs, bars and house parties including a mansion party on the hill with random French people in San Diego. I guess I was too old at that point to be excited about a party with some employees from the same workplace. Even if I was all about partying with people from the workplace, I would’ve never gone to a party where hand picked disciples or apostles of Fat Prince, Wesley and Bunny were present. I only made a few special guest appearances at certain gatherings with certain employees for morale support to show my appreciation for their sufferings.
Bunny and Wesley might’ve covered up the event that happened with two of their hand picked new hire disciples, so the corporate HQ might not even know about this one. During another party with many employees, these two new hires allegedly violated or raped a female employee while she was passed out from drinking too much.
One evening, Bunny approached me after attending his meeting with his regional VP and others and said,
“The regional VP is breathing down on my neck about numbers. I need you to bring up that number.”
I already told the guy what the problem was, but he didn’t want to do anything about it. I guess his hearing aid wasn’t working after all. Furthermore, he was protecting these employees who were causing problems for whatever reasons he had. They probably shared the same moral compass and how they viewed female employees as some kind of personal sex toys. At this point, I really had more than enough with this Puff Daddy and The Family situation. I told Bunny to talk to his favorite disciples about numbers instead of talking to me about it. Then he said he was going to talk to everybody in the department and I just happened to be the first one he talked to. This was total bullshit. He didn’t have to ask me personally if that was truly the case. He could’ve told the supervisor to tell everyone in the department about it. Eventually, I told him that I was just waiting for my transfer to happen and I wasn’t the one who was going to take him to the promised land. Then of course, he showed his faggotty facial expression again and walked away. It wasn’t my fault that they put a bunch of employees who couldn’t sell fire to Eskimos. Moreover, these managers and supervisors couldn’t train other employees about sales because they were never qualified to train other employees in the first place. This was another issue with this corporation because if you just watch how Bunny and Wesley work, it was not hard to tell that they were experts in lubing their assholes. When I saw these two working the forklift, I ranked them at the very bottom out of every forklift driver I have worked with and watched including supervisors and managers.
