Right, the big August crisis.
I bet it was work hours.
I mean, they are fucking fired…
Now they just gonna ask you for all information three times redundtly and then putting all the data in the computer until it matches the ledgers, and the amounts were still wrong.
How many fucking years employment you building up doing your work wrong anyway.
Everyone can tell outside you’re all closed and fired downtown, now you got some fucker ruining the file processing.
Obviously, you ran outta work down there.
Updated,
You got no fucking explanation at all down there.
All you do is repeat yourself then can’t read or count.
All your automation from CRA failed.
The four words you know all ran out, all you say is “submit line 1” then needed it the same file from three sources and you still don’t know your job.
Every who sends paper to you is always late, because you enable them by also only being late.
Now go repeat yourself to some else you mute, then you see you outside thing and your some fucker with nothing to offer to a husband.
Then wiener hangs off you for his baby allowance for his 1500 dates with you for the marriage on the couch.
You don’t really think people pretend for you that you did that work did ya?
Like I said, a house full of condensation and two hours to turn on the computer, with all wet office furniture from you non-dehumidified house.
“Jusy wait everyone, it takes me two hours to turn on my computer in my wet house and it won’t run Google AI so when it turns back on I’ll send you my answer sheet.”
What does the rest of the staff do during this, fuck him the guy on the condensated carpet while they wait for the computer to turn on.
Fuckin’ fired, you’re the most fired people I ever seen.