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Sample Saturday for Sybil
Sybil Kibble saw this sample table at the store and got so excited! Who cannot resist free food?
Damien Hurbutt Does The Fart Dance
New CRASS IT Guy Does Not Give a Crap
It was a beautiful morning for 31 year old Tyrell Fowler of Kankakee. He was about to start his new job with Credit Recovery Associates (CRASS), LLC, his first “real” job since graduating college ten years ago. He was happy to finally have his own place so he did not have to listen to his mother complaining about him living in her basement and not having a job. He has a history of getting fired over his hostile attitude and his unwillingness to take direction, especially from women.
Tyrell chewed eight antacid pills, after pouring them into his mouth like a beer. Tyrell intentionally constipates himself every morning because he has an extreme aversion to wiping. He showers after each dump.
“That was one good breakfast burrito!” Tyrell says to himself. He logs off The Red Pill subreddit, gets into his overly lifted, full-ton truck and heads to his first day as a CRASS Information Technology contractor.
“This will be such an easy job,” Tyrell thought to himself, “Man, CRASS must be the easiest place to work in the world. Anyone can get a job there. Even I can.” Tyrell laughs audibly. He pulls into the CRASS parking lot and signs in.
After being trained as the newest CRASS IT guy, Tyrell cannot wait to start installing the company’s new computers.
“Are you Miss Kiblee?” Tyrell asks.
“It’s Kibble.” Sybil sighs.
“Like the dog food?”
“Okay, you are here with my new computer and your phone is playing really loud music. Can you turn it down?” Sybil asks.
“No, I need it to work.” Tyrell says sternly, thinking he is the boss.
“Look around. See what we do here? We talk on the phone all day to collect debts. That is how we bring in money. We need it quiet here.”
Tyrell turns his phone down a few notches.
“Okay you are here with my new computer, did you bring the new printer too?” Sybil asks Tyrell.
“No, that’s not on the work order. You will have to call Purchasing. I am just a contractor,” Tyrell says and begins to install the computer.
Sybil calls Purchasing and verifies that the printer was indeed ordered. Purchasing asks to speak with Tyrell. Tyrell refuses.
“Tyrell, Purchasing wants to speak with you.” Sybil puts her phone on speaker.
Tyrell reluctantly speaks to Purchasing, who confirms that Sybil was correct. However, Tyrell does not have the printer with him. Meanwhile, the CRASS Chief Information Officer (CIO) calls Tyrell.
“How are the installs going?” the CIO asks Tyrell.
“This lady is terribly rude to me. Do I have to continue to the installation process?”
“This man is lying!” Sybil shouts. “He was rude to me!”
“Here, I will put you on speakerphone” Tyrell says slyly and puts his mobile phone on speaker.
“Hello, this is Sybil. I am Team Lead over here in Collections Management, how are you?
“Just fine, what is going on? the CIO asks.
“Our new recruit is being insubordinate here.” Sybil told the CIO.
“No I am not, she is lying!” Tyrell exclaimed, his belly rumbling now.
“Just get back to work,” the CIO commanded Tyrell.
Tyrell pulls out his cell phone and points it at Sybil. “Sybil I am recording you now.”
Sybil gets out her cell phone. “I am recording you too. I do not consent to being recorded. Turn your phone off.”
Tyrell lies and says his phone is off, however Sybil continues to record Tyrell’s verbal diarrhea as well as the light from his turned over cell phone which she can clearly see. “I gotta run. I am scared. You touched me. I fear for my life. You are hostile. Oh crap, where is the bathroom?”
“I did not touch you. Keep making crap up and I will continue to record it.”
“Quick, Sybil, tell me where the men’s room is! It’s an emergency!”
“That’s not my problem,” Sybil says and laughs. “What’s that smell?” Sybil smirks, looks straight into her phone’s viewfinder, and points it back at Tyrell.
“Argggghhghhhhhhhhh! Crrrrrraaaaaaaaappppp!” Tyrell shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Ppppppppphhhhhhhhhhffffffffffttttttttttt!”
“Now that is something to post online,” Sybil says with a smile.
Needless to say, Tyrell was crap out of a job that day.
Sybil Kibble Runs For Office

Sybil decides that she can make some extra dough by running for a local office.
Since she is too cheap to run political commercials, and too lazy to interact with people for the purpose of handing out political palmcards, she decides to hold a rally at the local civic center.
Visions fill Sybil’s mind of a room full of her supporters; huge red, white and blue signs carried by men and women emblazoned with the text “Vote for Sybil” as the crowd chants and claps in sync. As Sybil envisions her supporters lifting her off her feet to carry her around the room, her fantasy bubble is burst to the solo voice “may I ask a question?”
A young man, one of four people in the entire room, looks to the floor and utters “do you know where the bathroom is?”
Sybil points toward the exit sign and out he goes.
Left with three people, an elderly frail woman, and a fragrant transient couple, Sybil realizes it is five minutes past the hour and needs to start her talk.
“Let’s get this party started, huh?”
Crickets chirp during the awkward silence.
“Heheh…yeah. My name is Sybil Kibble and I am running for sixth ward alderman.”
Giggles erupt from the crowd.
“If I can count on your vote, I will make magic happen for the city. I will not only lower taxes, I will get rid of them entirely! Just think of how much money you and I will save, how much more we will have to buy food, pay our bills!”
“Ms. Kibble may I ask a question?” asked a member of the crowd.
“Not yet. If you vote for me, I will make the people so happy! I will…”
“Ms. Kibble?” he pleaded.
“Can I finish my talk?”
“No. How the heck do you plan on plan on paying for city expenses if you eradicate all taxes?”
“I will do a little dance! Spell out my name! And magic coins will fall from the sky…” Sybil bursted with great enthusiasm.
The crowd erupted with laughter.
It is safe to say that Sybil lost the election that year.
The ironic part of the story, is that the alderman seat was volunteer only. No salary was ever offered. I guess we all know what happens when we assume, huh?
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