R No Wonder They Call Me a Bitch.

So They Call Her a Bitch? No Wonder

I couldn’t believe when I came into work the next day and found out that some crazy lady was eating our barely-edible-even-for-dogs dog food. She must be crazy. I was once dared to eat some by my best buddy Billy Joe but I chickened out. But dang she must be about to die with all of that, dare I say it and disrespect my company, crap in her system. Even the dogs that we test the new and in store types of dog food have to be changed out weekly due to such natural causes as intestine and kidney failure.

I hear my co workers talk about rumors were people lose fingers to the dicers, crushers, and rollers, but its so hard to believe. A veteran of our factory, 2 fingered-1 eyed-half legged-two armed Joe, tells stories of how he lost all of his parts all in one day and the company still shipped of the batch to stores, with all of his parts in it. He says he’d sue but he loves the company too much. It’s crazy how much money the company would lose if they just suspended one batch of dog food; well I think its dog food. Well it begs the question…why are people so insane?

The bi products of the dog foods we manufacture must be wreaking havoc on her body. The birds beaks, feather, road kill carcasses and miscellaneous other items are definitely not good for her. I really hope she doesn’t die. That’d be one hell of a lawsuit for my stingy company.

Well I guess in the end I guess I really hate what my company does to this world. It lies to the owners of cute little pets. It also provides horrible tasting food, not meant for humans but some humans still want to try it. I guess what the story of this woman has taught me is how much I hate my job...but really...no wonder they call her a bitch.