How the Waterfront Went from a Shit-Filled Disaster to Portland's Real "Living Room"
I work for a company that employs nearly 8,000 people. I regularly interact with about 10 people every week within my department but when you call in and your account CLEARLY marks you as an employee in a different department and I don't know who you are - don't be a fucking snatch-bag.
Also, unless you're classified as a VIP *member*, demanding VIP treatment doesn't fly with me. Being an employee guarantees you nothing, (which you should know, as an employee).
You were rude and insulting then asked for my manager, who catered to zero of your needs and gave zero fucks about your tantrum, (which was awesome).
You're a jackass. I hope your day is as shitty as your attitude and you fucking wise up and be decent (to kind) to people who are perfectly pleasant to you.
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