You’re a hell of a dishwasher. I gotta give ya that. But working out on deck, handling lines, painting, attaching shackles, what have you..You just plain suck. I don’t blame you though. I blame the fool who hired ya. For whatever reason, most likely political, they felt obligated to giving you the job. Now I’m stuck with holding your hand & guiding you step by step through everything each time we’re on another station. Memorization, unless involving dishes, is over your head. Might as well be quantum physics. You’re like a zombie, wandering aimlessly on deck, in some sort of trance. You’re about as proactive as a potato. My god, somebody’s going to freaking die out here eventually unless they put you back in the scullery where you belong. The only good thing out of all this is you make me look good. No, exception. Can’t wait for evaluations.
Gubment Work
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This sounds like a very complicated dishwashing job.