Googled delivery, you fuckers
Bob’s getting it going oo-on!
So lunch went fine. And thats all I have to say about that.
Anyways, Im meeting up with dear Xander today to get some dodgy deliveries delivered. What am I talking about? Cocaine of course! Or maybe not. I happened to order a couple of books and one other item before I lost my job and did as I usually do, got them delivered to the office so instead of getting up early on saturday and stand in line at the post office as i would have to otherwise, I could just get them directly.
The books where from Amazon so just a normal packet. Now the other item was a present I bought for my dear friend IL. That was sent in a brown envelope with a discreet logo. I think you can imagine what whats in that package. Which kind of company would need discreet logos when they send out deliveries?
Now, if i would have still worked there, noone but me would have looked closely on the package but me, BUT because I was made to leave, the deliveries got there afterI left so you can imagine that I suddenly started to panic a bit about this. I mean, yeah I didnt got to keep my job, but I didnt want to totally make a fool of myself (as i so often do anyway). So, I txted Xander who still works there and is still a friend of mine. He promised to take the packages and give them to me later on. Unfortunately there was one guy on the team that thought that the package looked quite dodgy and therefore googled the sender address and got a very big hint about what was in there. So suddenly my silly birthday present for IL had turned in to something rather humiliating to laugh about around the office I used to work. Great. Thats just great.
I think my self esteem just died a little.
I need beer and lots of it. I need alpine lager. IL, yaknowwhatamtalkingbout! You me and lots of lager! Or you and me and lots of wine at STRADA. Whatever you and me and lots of alcohol.
Thank you goodnight
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