We've had this college kid working with us for the summer. This is a fairly new program that was started this year in the production area. He's been with us since early June. Since early June I have seen his boxers hanging out of his pants every day. I could tell you that he has 4 different pair and hopefully duplicates or he does his laundry often. The boy is tall and needs to possible wear a tall size tee shirt. Today marked the first day that someone mentioned the showing of his drawers. One of the guys on the line mentioned that he may want to wear a belt or hoist up his pants as we were all getting tired of looking at his drawers. He turned a little red and actually came over and apologized to me. He has two more days of work left. I kept telling my female co-worker that it could be worse, it could be butt crack.
I've come to the conclusion that I hate working until 5pm. By the time I get home it's 530-545 depending on traffic. I'm usually hungry when I get out of work, and will plan out what to make for dinner. By the time I get home, it's all down the drain. I walk up the drive way in complete hope that maybe, just maybe my wonderful husband either took pity upon me or is so hungry that he made something. Tonight there is nothing. So I have consumed to a piece of salami and cheese. He is at his other job and probably ate something quick. I see no evidence of cooking.
I'm beginning to think that the first thing I may do when winning tomorrow night's Powerball is hire a cook.
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I will cook for you. My salary is a mere $2000/week, cash. Plus I get to eat with you. And I get off one night a week. I mean I don't have to cook one night a week.
You are hired (pending the outcome of the Powerball drawing) About the 1 night off a week from cooking I guess we could order out that day.
Now I'll just need a gardener and Pool guy. I can handle the cleaning and laundry by myself I guess.
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