I used to work with this pig who would eat a sausage egg mcmuffin, with no egg or cheese, with a bucket of diet coke for breakfast at least three times a week. She was the head of HR and I hated her fucking guts.
She once told us a story about a local hoagie shop that closed. Her pig family went on closing day and bought god knows how many sandwiches. They froze them all for āspecial occasionsā.
She told us another story about how her aunt, who is/was a great big fat person, didnāt work for like 10 years because she won a lawsuit against a large grocery store chain. She sued them because she broke a rib falling into a bin of watermelons.
I am mad now just from remembering these living nightmare stories and her existence in my life.
