Tagged: Work (581)

Sven spent his entire adult life working on the play. And finally on opening night, the only published review called the piece “craptastic.”

This cab ride wouldn’t be so bad if the cabbie didn’t pick his nose so much, Jo thinks. I could be married, he says. But I’m not that gross.

The meeting broke up after someone called the CEO a wet baboon. Later, he would feel shame when he saw his pits while posing in the bathroom

He wanted to be a doctor but the thought of blood made him queasy. So he became a barber. A bad one. Who threw up on his customers regularly

He enters the interview with the optimism of a dog sniffing a fire hydrant. He exits feeling depressed and dejected. Because he got the job.

Her pumps just did something to her backside and when she walked by the men they put down their signs and followed her. The strike was over.

Bob smelled bad but that didn’t get him fired. It was his fucking nose picking at inopportune moments. And because he never carried tissues.