Hire a cook--with a kid..??

Yup only at Kennedy house ....A Pakistan woman was hired to cook...since it was only a part time job she was allowed to bring her kid with her...He was about 5 or 6....While the mother cooked in the kitchen the kid wondered around the first floor...he was an annoying kid..he cried for his mom all the time...after the 10th checking- in on him..she stopped coming....the kid started to scream...and still she didn't come...well the kid wouldn't shut up...so one of the guys walked over and yelled to shut up...the kid stopped...We went back to watching tv...then the kid started up again....the guy went straight over to the kid and pushed him over...I said hey leave the kid alone...the guy said why he is just a stinky paky...Just leave the kid alone I warned him...Damn of the kid doesn't start to follow the guy around who pushed him...The guy pushed the kid again..and still the kid wouldn't stop bugging the guy...I told the cooks kid to stop bugging the guy....thats when the Mother came in and told me to stop yelling at her child....I said she should take her kid in the kitchen with her as it might not be good for the kid to stay here..She grabbed the kid and took him into the kitchen....of course the kid strayed again...this time the kid was alone with the bigger guy who pushed him in the tv room...the guy started to push him around and kick him --but the damn kid seemed like he liked it ...he kept on coming back ......soon the living room was full of guys taking turns pushing and kicking the kid around the room .. the mother would check in on her son...and he would be laughing --so --she happy that he was being entertained she would go back in the kitchen ...well it carried on till the kid started to hit the guys back that kicked him...so the guys hit him harder...and the kid would hit harder...the game was over...the kid smacked on guy who said he better leave before he really hurts the kid..as He stands up the kid wails him in the nuts....DAMN ...as the guys smacks the kid so hard he goes smashing into the wall....the mother sees the kid go flying into the wall......gathers up her child and just walks out the front door......she too never came back...

oh man --why me..:( --not again...

Here we go again...another new staff member...this guy drove a nice pickup truck...had the running boards..cap...big tires..dual gas tanks...Then we met the owner...this guy was tall.....and skinny...but he had hips...his body was odd...he also had a beard and glasses...Then he spoke...I thought maybe he was joking or something...he spoke like Michael Jackson..he even had a lisp in his speech...Well talk about feeding the lambs to the lions..this guy you just knew what last the week...For some reason he centered me out....what the hell ..eh?? Am I sending out homosexual body language cues..? Whatever ...So this guy is stuck on me....grooming seems to come to mind...great Doug..John...and now this guy...Ok so I am asleep in my room...and I slowly woke up to this guy standing over top of me talking to me in my sleep..with the lights off....I think what am I dreaming or something?...So now I am fully awake and lay there listening..while this guy is talking to me in the middle of the night..he is talking about me putting my pride in my pocket. and just carried on from there to knowing how I feel and how he understands me better then I.....He then slips a note under my pillow...and exits my room...The next day I wake up and wonder did I dream that...I check under my pillow and sure enough there is a note there...Put your pride in your pocket...you are loved...One of the guys--Dave noticed that this --MJ was paying too much attention to me..and how I was ready to go in shock as soon as the MJ approached me....Dave came in my room and asked me what is up ...I told him about MJ and how he comes into my room at night terrorizing me by talking to me while I am asleep...I showed him some of the notes he was sticking under my pillow..Dave was listening while picking up my screw driver...he asked what the hell do you use this for? I said I got it on sale...it seemed like a good deal at the time...Dave said come on lets go outside....and with that he said he had an idea....he grabbed my screwdriver and mallet and we went outside..he slid under the pick-up truck ....I asked him what are you going to do? He said he was going to put a hole in his brake line so when MJ hit the brakes he would crash....and that would teach him to f..k with any of us...I said now hold on Dave this guy is a fruitloop but he could get hurt...I don't think its a good idea..With that Dave said too late....I said shit..Dave this is serious--he can't go out on the road with no brakes...not only could he get hurt, but he might also go out of control and hurt someone else...Dave said so what ...he shouldn't be whispering sweet nothings to guys while they sleep and slip notes under their pillows...I smelt gas...gas was dripping from his truck...man it was pissing out now...Dave what the hell did you do...shit man...Dave laughs and says....I guess it was the gas line and not the brake line....as he was prepared to go under and give it another try....I grabbed the screwdriver and said NO!! thats enough...The next night MJ comes into my room again...He starts to chat...I don't know how long he was there, I fell asleep while he was talking...I woke up as He sat on my bed...ok this is something new....what next...another John repeat....Just then Dave comes into my room, and turns on the light..starts yelling at MJ...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE WITH THE LIGHTS OFF...AND WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING AND LEAVING NOTES UNDER HIS PILLOW?---MJ--jumps up surprised ...he is holding my screwdriver...he puts it up to his nose and smell it...hey smells like gas..eh Dave? You bet...next time I won't miss the break lines....leave BOB alone..you sick f...k. The next day we found out that MJ quit.......thanks Dave.....:)

Hire the ex-con--what the....?

Well sometimes you hear about a total mistake and you wondered who let it get this far down the road without intervention...this is one of those...
Blue lips---We were introduced to a new staff member...this guy was huge...right from the get go he let everyone know that he was an ex-con...his claim to fame was-- he has been there.....been where? Yup he has been to the big house and he was going to be our inside guide to the prison system....his message was either shape up or you will also go down that road to hell...Well he carried the 'tough love' too far...the guys lost respect for the con...He was suffering from a heart problem which caused his lips to be blue in colour...As soon as he tried to assert himself as a staff member...the guys that were an hour ago sitting around the table listening to his every word as he described the 'big house' turned the tables on him...I was in the other room not interested in his prison tales..but could feel that something was in the air....started off with one of the guys not wanting to do his chores..so blue lips ordered him to finish his chores...Well with that the guy let loose ...He said why the hell should he listen to a jail bird...then finished off the verbal assault with addressing him as blue lips...That was the beginning the guys went wild and all joined in ...almost to a chant they surrounded blue lips....circling in ...blue lips felt the weight of the crowd...with that he broke...he got up and grabbed the chair and whipped it behind him...tossing it like it weighed nothing...the chair hit the kitchen wall and the steel legs folded and twisted like it was run over by a truck....The wall had also sported a new dent from the attack..With that all the guys backed off....oh yeah he got their attention alright...he cracked...and almost as if everyone knew --at the same time this guy wasn't right for this crowd.....'blue lips' packed up and never returned..