Convincted of a felony? COME ON DOWN!!!

We've become convinced that Charles is on the lam, using an alias to duck the law... probably for raping, torturing and dismembering college co-eds (i.e. loose bitches) somewhere down south. Those in charge have assured us that thorough background checks rule out such a possibility...to this I can only say to them..."Have you MET Charles?"

After the shift last night, a bunch of supervisors were sitting in the office shooting the shit, throwing around our conspiracy theories, when my boss (the resident big mouth) came out with quite a revelation.

B: "We've got a felon working here right now."
K: "WHO?"
B: "Remember Raul from last week's orientation?"
K: "Yeah..."
B: "Served 20 years for murder. He out on parole for good behavior."
[stunned silence befalls the room]

K: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
B: "Nope."
K: "How did he make it past H.R.?"
B: "Felons need work, too."
K: "Ok, great. So when the felon filets my midsection and trusses me up like a Thanksgiving turkey, can my family sue the company for gross negligence?"
B: "Probably."
K: "Good to know."


Hopefully I'll be able to quit before I piss him off.

So now we're even more convinced that Charles is a fucking serial killer. I mean, hey, if they'll take one murderer, why not another? If I suddenly stop blogging, then you'll know that I've been deemed a "loose bitch" and probably gotten myself choked.