I seriously hate waking up every morning and working with these people. Let me tell you about them.
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yea, okay, she is pretty hot, but she is so damn useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks. She is too afraid to lift anything because she thinks she will break a nail.
The next chick is the complete opposite. She might be one of the smartest people on the planet, but yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale from 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves. She always has this sarcastic tone when you try and tell her to do something.
But the jewel of them all is this 22-year-old hippie. He is baked before, after, and probably during work. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's and to make things worse he brings his dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from all of the second hand smoke. This kid constantly takes way too long for a lunch break.
Anyway, I drive these idiots around in my van and we solve mysteries and crap.
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yea, okay, she is pretty hot, but she is so damn useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks. She is too afraid to lift anything because she thinks she will break a nail.
The next chick is the complete opposite. She might be one of the smartest people on the planet, but yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale from 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves. She always has this sarcastic tone when you try and tell her to do something.
But the jewel of them all is this 22-year-old hippie. He is baked before, after, and probably during work. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's and to make things worse he brings his dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from all of the second hand smoke. This kid constantly takes way too long for a lunch break.
Anyway, I drive these idiots around in my van and we solve mysteries and crap.
