Originally Posted by Unregistered

Youre right, my balls are big. What kind of moron do you think I am to write that kind of detailed (but true) information and then come right out and say, "Hey, it was me, XXXXXXXXXXX" Do you like to get sued? Good, well I don't either. So stop being an internet tough guy, stop trying to call out people on a website, man up, and go sell some waiver you loyal ERAC bitch that is destined to make $40k for the rest of your life. Actually, you're right. I couldn't handle the pressure. Couldn't handle the pressure of working 60 hours a week like Kunta fucking Kinte, getting paid sub-par money to kiss the asses of broke-ass customers that dont know the difference between a debit and a credit card. Shame on me, what a loser I am for not being able to "handle" the pressure. And no I'm not a fucking waiter retard. And yes I did 'step up' and manage and realized that I was getting robbed for my efforts. $50k a year to deal with that shit? To work Saturdays? Not my dream-job friend. How about this: Go fuck yourself, slit your wrists and bleed green all over your fucking bathroom floor. Have fun at your next new-hire dinner on Jason Fowler's broke ass back deck, listening to a bunch of broke drones talk about how stupid they all are for getting sucked into the ERAC dream, errrrr, nightmare. Faggot ass faggot.