Another temp. Today is his first day.
Another smoker. What the hell, agency?
Anyway, he's pretty bright. Former Marine. Not a lot of experience, but seemed ok in the interview.
He
got here today, absolutely REEKING of stale cig smoke. Like he was
hotboxing in the car. And he has horrible breath on top of it.
He
was sitting next to me and I was tolerating the stench, showing him the
morning checklist. All of a sudden a puff of smoke goes past my face.
WTF?!??!?! I turn to look at him and he's got a fucking eCig in his
mouth.
"Dude. No. That's not cool."
"Oh, ok." He puts it away.
A few minutes later, I've got him looking at my knowledge base, and he's fucking puffing away again. Really? FUCKING REALLY?
I'd like to say today will also be his last day, but bossman is tired of playing musical temps.
Sigh.
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