Mockers for Hire: The Susan Saunders Edition
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Oh Susan of Bagdad, AZ. Poor Susan of Bagdad, AZ. Stupid, stupid Susan of Bagdad, AZ. How in the world did you get this job? It’s really simple Susan. You take the purchase order, you code it to the number written on the goddamned purchase order and you print a check. Then you send the check to Chuck. Let me repeat – read number, type number, print check, check to Chuck. Yet somehow you add zeroes to the check and code it to R&D. We nearly had to talk Simone in R&D down off a ledge when last quarter’s budget figures came out because she was led to believe that 6000% of her budget had been expended on cleaning supplies. Please tell me – did you even look at the check you cut? Did you honestly believe that housekeeping needed 3.2 million dollars worth of floor cleaner? I guess this doesn’t say much for Chuck either as he signed the check and let it go out…but shit lady – if you can’t figure out a check, how the hell did you successfully apply, interview for and then drive to this job every morning without smashing into buildings and blowing up your car? I honestly think that the floor cleaner itself would have had a better chance of successfully filling out its own purchase order than you would of actually doing it right for once.
We all know what must have happened. Chuck hired you because you’re such an attractive young lady, right? Maybe Susan’s just a little eye candy to show off for the clients like Karl down in sales? Yeah, probably not unless Chuck has some sort of hair fetish. Seriously woman – in addition to this mock, we all chipped in and got you a gift certificate to Great Clips. Please do us a favor and have them wax that shit. It looks like you ate some sort of woodland creature, vomited it back up and then somehow affixed it to your upper lip. This story seems most plausible to us considering your world-class halitosis. (ed. – I know what you guys are thinking – these mocks used to be fun, but now they’re just mean…well pardon us, your majesty! This lady’s face is so hairy we almost bought Susan a mustache cup for her morning coffee. We just call ’em like we see ’em) While you’re there, you should have them hit your forearms with the thinning shears – ’cause damn. Don’t believe us Susan? Take a look at that picture of you on the beach from your vacation to Bradenton last year. Your bikini bottom is stretched to its limit. It looks like a neon green garbage bag full of pubic mane. Seriously, it looks like its fucking moving.
In addition to all the other gifts we’ve gotten you on your special day Susan, we have enclosed a box of kleenex. For some reason, you seem to always have a cold. Remember Kelly, the girl who quit three months ago because of “personal problems”? Did you ever wonder why they never filled her office? It’s because her “personal problems” were that she went nuts listening to you suck mucus back into your cavernous head for eight hours a day. We feel stupid saying this because you’re in your thirties – but blow your fucking nose Susan. Jesus! The only thing worse than listening to you snort all day like some sort of pig on methamphetamines is when you don’t have the mental capacity to deal with your runny nose and all the snot gets caked in your mustache. In short, Susan, you’re gross.
Finally, we deal with a lot of smells here on mockable.org. It’s not something that’s intentional…it just sort of comes with the territory. Having said that, the smell emitting from your desk, Susan, is like nothing we’ve ever encountered. It’s like a mix between bad breath, body odor, unwashed clothes, feet, a little bit of butt and Pert Plus. We are relatively sure that the only way to deal with this is for you to voluntarily jump into the vat of acid that Batman knocked Jack Napier into. It’s going to be painful, but I think it will help everyone in the long run…and there’s no way the fall could make you any stupider.