Today, I worked with one hammer. Yes, to build a robot. For little Johnny. Little Johnny, is in love with robots, aliens and if he wasn’t normal, I would wonder if he was on the spectrum. There, I was pounding the bloody nails into wood pieces, that inevitably split simply because the nails were of the wrong size/width – yes yes, blaming the tools, not the worker.
And so, little Johnny was meant to finish hammering (y’know, just pound the suckers in, so they don’t stick out, and snag him or his mother)… but does he do it? No, he whines and says that he has no muscles. I quietly told him drinking water actually helps your muscles grow (another story for later). He asks me to finish it, I say, no.. If I am to finish it, I get to bring it home with me.
(SIDE NOTE : DANG IT! I SHOULD HAVE AN AUTOCORRECT WITHIN THIS BLOG!)
Anyway, it’s done. He is just glorifying himself with this new creation, saying how amazing it is, and that HE BUILT IT.
Errr. Excuse me? I quietly told him off.. (You’d have to understand… I cannot say it outloud, for I would get in trouble)… but he denies it. He denied I ever made it. He said, I only did 1%!
OH! THE! CHEEK!
the little shits.
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