Around Christmas 1995 a friend came to visit me in my newly married, presumably happy, life in Michigan. We went to a museum where we saw an exhibit of a Japanese tea room. Outside the display was an attempt to describe this exhibit. It started with something like: “Within the tea room, one feels loneliness which penetrates into the marrow of one’s bones...” and ended with the caution “Please do not enter the tea room”. I laughed out loud. If you don’t get it, you probably should leave.
WPC Plant Shit Supervisor
While most jobs involve a fairly large amount of shit, this is the first one I've seen that comes right out and puts it in the name.
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pays pretty well... not enough to deal with all that shit though
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