The Crazy Job.

hi. my name is Dan.
i work in a factory. a carpet factory actually. we make carpet here, and carpet accessories.
haha, carpets don't have accessories. that's just a carpet joke.
you have to have a sense of humour to work here. you'd go crazy. i mean, c'mon, it's carpet.
yeah...
so i'm in charge of dye. like, colour. we dye our big thread, then the thread goes somewhere... away from me.
i like to eat croissants while i work. they are so great! cheese... plain... HAM and cheese!! it doesn't get any better.
my foreman doesn't like it when i eat near the dye. well, my former foreman. HA! FOR-MAN. another joke. i'm awesome.

...ya we got a new foreman. he's ok. the old guy just, disappeared. gone. noone knows anything.
...except me.
...i have a secret.

i had to work overtime a few weeks back, on a saturday. i had a croissant. i remember it was good. nice and crunchy. my foreman (the old guy) was really riding me about eating. he actually GRABBED my delicious croissant OUT of my hand, and THREW it in the garbage!
yeah! I KNOW!
you understand me. i couldn't let him get away with that!
so i waited until the end of the day when everyone was gone, and i told him his wife was out back waiting for him. she wasn't. he came out back and i HIT HIM with the delivery truck!
that's right. I DID IT!!

then i threw him in the dye mixer. he DYED! get it?
he shouldn't have messed with my croissant!
you can actually find him today. he's the red carpet at Artisano's on Islington in Toronto. now, instead of him telling people what to do, people walk all over HIM!!
HA! you have to have a sense of humour to work here. you'd go crazy.