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Author Archive | Mike Sauve
Dear Sixty-Year-Old Guy in Our First-Year College Business Class
We’re sorry your 36-year tenure at the slaughterhouse ended in an ugly fashion; however, we, as a class, believe lectures would move along faster without lengthy anecdotes consisting of little more than your petty gripes against the various slaughterhouse managers who’ve allegedly wronged you over the years.
The Awakening of Ruben Till, IT Guy
From: Ruben Till ([email protected]) To: [email protected] Monday, March 22 Hey Big Bill, how’s the night shift treating you? I bet things get crazy without any supervisors around, huh? It looks like you guys checked out some dirty sites on Friday night. You probably didn’t know but certain tagged keywords automatically send a notification to IT. […]
Memo: Considering a Face Tattoo
Dear Steve, Walking the floor I’ve noticed you Googling “entire face tattoos” with alarming regularity. As you know, I encourage employees to surf the Internet during downtime and would never presume to tell you what’s off limits, so long as it’s not extreme-teen content like Mr. Stefaniuk had to be let go for. That is […]