Scooter (yes that's what we nicknamed her since she never picked up her feet she just scooted..we even made shirts) and I were working one together doing purge, my favorite time of year when we get to ship out all the old shit we've been looking at for months. I had done the majority of the work and had left her to handle a few boxes. I left for the night and when I came back the next day got hell from my boss.
"What the hell happened to that box, why wasn't purge done correctly?"
"What are you talking about?"
She points to a standard box of shipment that was mangled with tape. Seriously this girl taped this damn box every way but correctly. Diagonal, sideways, crossways, longways. This box was a hot tape mess.
She asked why I taped the box like that I told her that was one I left for Scooter. She berated me for a few minutes I told her "Well, if I knew I'd have to train her on how to tape a damn box I wouldn't have had her do it!"
I should've taken a picture of it. Oh, and this girl was 5 years older than me.
Who knew we needed special training for taping!
- Bra Bitch