My Horrible Job

My job is unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the people I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be girl.  She is pretty beautiful, but she is completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up. She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next girl is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. But the jewel in the crown has got to be this guy. He is more than just your average pothead. He dresses like a tramp from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big dog to work. Every day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around. Sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single day. Anyway, I drive these people around in my van and we solve mysteries and stuff. Hope you like it! Manga Queen