Weaving through and working around fat asses at the workplace

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Due to a lack of options, the store manager decided to make the big fat fruity gorilla thing into a manager. The gorilla wasn't even a good employee, and now she has it working on the makeline. Not only is the fruit gorilla annoying in general, it's also annoying having to ground around a 5 foot obstruction to get to things. Often times I just give up and don't bother until the fruit gorilla moves out the way. Since pizza making is a primary job of managers, I wouldn't be willing to make someone a manager when their normal mode of movement is waddling instead of walking. I don't tend to stop or take breaks. Since I mostly only close the place up, I see stopping as something that'll just keep me in there longer. Of course the fruity gorilla needs to go outside and smoke or go sit in the office. "My feet hurt." Yes, of course they do. My feet would hurt two if I was carrying 200 pounds on my shoulders everywhere I go.

I see the fruit gorilla as a walking hazard and actually fear one day that thing might step on my foot. The tops of my shoes are thin, but even a heavily padded shoe isn't going to help much against 300+ pounds of lard.

I just remembered how much mess the fruit gorilla makes. It's a combination of laziness and having paws to grab toppings with.

I will admit the fatness game isn't fair. Some people have it easy, and some have it difficult. However, when I see fats doing absolutely nothing about their obvious problem. They're eating burgers, fries, fried chicken, etc. washed down by some kind of sugar-laden shit. Yeah, I'd probably be pretty fat myself if I ate like that. My dad was skinny as me (about 140 pounds) and got over 200 pounds by not moderating his consumption. I have been moderating my eating for a long time first starting with removing sugary drinks. Later on if I eat fast food, it's just a burger without the fries. Compare a burger, fries, and soda to just a burger. I guess I have grown accustomed to just getting food in me and not feeling stuffed every time I eat. I am also quite fond of going to the gym.

Wednesday night I was off, but the boss lady called me and said someone told the fat granny I said she was old and fat. I don't remember saying such a thing, but I don't consider it impossible. It is annoying trying to get around the place quickly with her big, fat granny ass in the way. With as much of a pain in the ass as she is, I have been quite nice to her. I could accept that she's old and slow, but I don't respect the fact that she does absolutely nothing to take care of herself. Drinking brain poison Diet Coke instead of sugar shit is about all she has done, and she's still out there smoking. I also don't understand how one could be almost 70 and not have any common sense in their head. She spent most of her life working as a paralegal, so I guess she got to sit at a desk and do pencil pushing and computer work all day. I would assume she had plenty of time to do this judging by the fact that she has no concept of time. Not only does she move slow, but she tries to do things so incredibly perfect that it takes her forever to do anything. I'm pretty sure she takes about 10 minutes per dish at dish washing. Normally, I'm pretty nice, patient, and relaxed, but I guess my drive towards doing well and also getting out of there in a timely manner brings out the shitlord in me. I don't get to leave at a time; I get to leave when the work is done.

I plan to do some traveling in August, so I think I'm going to quit for July 31. I really do have the money to survive for a little while. I've been looking at another store that is much busier with human-sized managers. I might try that, but I would really like to get into another profession altogether, though.

I work as a pizza place assistant manager, and one of the main jobs is actually making the food. The franchise owner believes in product quality, so they want managers on the line making the pizzas for better results. This doesn't always work but is probably better overall resulting in the more intelligent and conscientious people making the food. There is a lot of movement involved, and things should be done quickly. You also need to be able to moderate product usage where you have enough to make an acceptable pizza without using too much. We all know moderation is not a trait of lard barges, but sometimes their laziness actually produces it. Due to a lack of options, the store manager decided to make the big fat fruity gorilla thing into a manager. The gorilla wasn't even a good employee, and now she has it working on the makeline. Not only is the fruit gorilla annoying in general, it's also annoying having to ground around a 5 foot obstruction to get to things. Often times I just give up and don't bother until the fruit gorilla moves out the way. Since pizza making is a primary job of managers, I wouldn't be willing to make someone a manager when their normal mode of movement is waddling instead of walking. I don't tend to stop or take breaks. Since I mostly only close the place up, I see stopping as something that'll just keep me in there longer. Of course the fruity gorilla needs to go outside and smoke or go sit in the office. "My feet hurt." Yes, of course they do. My feet would hurt two if I was carrying 200 pounds on my shoulders everywhere I go. I see the fruit gorilla as a walking hazard and actually fear one day that thing might step on my foot. The tops of my shoes are thin, but even a heavily padded shoe isn't going to help much against 300+ pounds of lard. I just remembered how much mess the fruit gorilla makes. It's a combination of laziness and having paws to grab toppings with. I will admit the fatness game isn't fair. Some people have it easy, and some have it difficult. However, when I see fats doing absolutely nothing about their obvious problem. They're eating burgers, fries, fried chicken, etc. washed down by some kind of sugar-laden shit. Yeah, I'd probably be pretty fat myself if I ate like that. My dad was skinny as me (about 140 pounds) and got over 200 pounds by not moderating his consumption. I have been moderating my eating for a long time first starting with removing sugary drinks. Later on if I eat fast food, it's just a burger without the fries. Compare a burger, fries, and soda to just a burger. I guess I have grown accustomed to just getting food in me and not feeling stuffed every time I eat. I am also quite fond of going to the gym. Wednesday night I was off, but the boss lady called me and said someone told the fat granny I said she was old and fat. I don't remember saying such a thing, but I don't consider it impossible. It is annoying trying to get around the place quickly with her big, fat granny ass in the way. With as much of a pain in the ass as she is, I have been quite nice to her. I could accept that she's old and slow, but I don't respect the fact that she does absolutely nothing to take care of herself. Drinking brain poison Diet Coke instead of sugar shit is about all she has done, and she's still out there smoking. I also don't understand how one could be almost 70 and not have any common sense in their head. She spent most of her life working as a paralegal, so I guess she got to sit at a desk and do pencil pushing and computer work all day. I would assume she had plenty of time to do this judging by the fact that she has no concept of time. Not only does she move slow, but she tries to do things so incredibly perfect that it takes her forever to do anything. I'm pretty sure she takes about 10 minutes per dish at dish washing. Normally, I'm pretty nice, patient, and relaxed, but I guess my drive towards doing well and also getting out of there in a timely manner brings out the shitlord in me. I don't get to leave at a time; I get to leave when the work is done. I plan to do some traveling in August, so I think I'm going to quit for July 31. I really do have the money to survive for a little while. I've been looking at another store that is much busier with human-sized managers. I might try that, but I would really like to get into another profession altogether, though.

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