Worship my Nylon Feet or Lose your Job

I was just speaking with Dee a few moments ago, we had a little meeting.

And as I explained to her, I received a phone call from my boss earlier this morning in regards to your performance so far at the company.

And he was not happy at all to see you and Dee goofing off a lot.

You know, spending a lot of time in the bathroom, putting on makeup, fixing your hair,

spending a lot of time over at the cooler, BSing around, taking extremely long lunch breaks,

because you know, over here at this company, we really don't take lunch breaks.

I feel like a written rule, five minutes to eat at your desk sort of situation, that's what you get paid the high salaries for.

So anyway, you know, as I was telling Dee, you know, her job was at Jeopardy and so was yours.

No, I'm not going to do better, no more lunch breaks, I really need this job, it seems.

Worth me ***********, you know, you guys came with high credentials and we expect performance, not just killing us.

So I'll perform, you'll see it, I'll do anything, anything you want.

Anything?

Yes, you need this job so bad, I have to have this job, please don't fire me.

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