FYI, that's meant to be Mr. Moseby, not OJ Simpson or whoever it ended up becoming 💀
Someone tipped Mike off to there being scratches on the forklift's bumper, to which he told Phil:
"Its only a matter of time before Angel's behind the wheel, knocks your head off doing donuts and then I'll be charged with corporate manslaughter!!!"
- Michael "Jess, where the hell have you been loca?" Corless
Mind you it wasn't me who dented the fucking thing ðŸ˜
** For all of three hours, and at no point were we ever waiting for print to cut, so it really was a moot point 🤯 engineer could've passed as Glenn Martin, DDS, 34% on Rotten Tomatoes, he's the gentleman standing next to the milk carton
Hundred sheets of fibrelite needed tape on all four edges then backing up, had two to go and five minutes left till I'd clock out at 8:30, but then this printhead killed itself one sheet before it would've been hilarious 🥺
Mike told me it was an accident and I did the right thing of reporting it right away, and that kindness lasted two days before it became "you all caused this to happen, and if Angel wasn't doing two things at once the H3 wouldn't've been down**", I must've been born under a bad sign ðŸ˜
Ask anyone about Friday and you'll get a different story each time, is how terrible Friday was:
What I loved was how Mike, in his desperation to keep people late, tried tempting me with pizza three times over, only to offer caramel corn when I did stay 💀