It doesn’t suck half as bad as this restaurant manager’s job. I mean, she tried to tell him they don’t deliver ice cream cones. I hope she fired each and every one of those employees afterward. Or just plain quit.

Kelly O—formerly a Stranger staff photographer, music writer, Drunk of the Week columnist, and more!—finished art school and a soul-crushing internship at a corporate advertising agency in Detroit,...

15 replies on “Lunchtime Quickie: You Think Your Job Sucks?”

  1. god i want to curb stomp this asshole. his excuse was that he was DRUNK?!?!?! that’s not an excuse. what a worthless sack of shit. also, the people who were at the restaurant, either working or eating, deserve to go to jail.

  2. I am appalled at the idiot coworkers and customers. They should have seriously stopped the guy. But instead they were all nicey nicey polite to him long after he kicked and punched and pulled her hair. Poor lady, I hope she is getting compensated the hell out.

  3. Is there a translation of the text at the beginning & the end?

    And it’s called the Bystander Effect, where the more people present reduces the chances that any one will help a victim. Anyone remember Kitty Genovese?

  4. This was perhaps the most distressing thing I’ve ever seen outside of natural disaster coverage. It’s not funny, at all, though, I agree – it’s horrifying.

    And the music doesn’t help.

    I feel like I’ve just sat through a five minute Takashi Miike movie.

  5. @ 1, 10. I completely agree. So pleasant to watch a woman get beat senseless, what a nice “lunchtime quickie”. My job is great, yes and watching some asshole beat up a woman in a random act of violence really drives the point home.
    Sheesh.

  6. Man, what a fucked up, passive culture. Absolutely no honor.

    The next underwear bomber should go to this country. No passenger would try to stop him.

  7. Um… why the fuck was that posted as a Lunchtime Quickie? Response, Kelly O? I could only watch the first minute of video, and can only imagine what goes on for the next four minutes. My blood pressure is through the roof now.

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