Credit Recovery Associates (CRASS) Chief of Information Technology, Fernando T. Perez, wanted drive to the office here in Kankakee with this vanity plate on his vehicle. Find out why did it not work out for him.
Junk email broker, failing film student and sociopath Pat Splatt ventured to the Kankakee Spam convention with his new email harvest collection, hoping to score some new customers. Sadly, Pat was disapponted.
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.
“Now that is something to post online,” Sybil says with a smile.
Needless to say, Tyrell was crap out of a job that day.
Dale Francis Davis moved to Kankakee, IL from Snowflake, AZ to seek work after his relationship with Juli-Irma went sour.
His two year engagement with his dear poopiehead, and fellow Snowflake, Juli-Irma went downhill rather quickly when Miss Juli figured out dear Dale’s tablet and mobile telephone password, “password.” In a fit of jealous rage, she discovered that he had one contact other than his mother and his buddies from the town saloon, a Sybil Kibble, and blocked her promptly.
She then destroyed both devices by throwing them in the toilet, perplexed why they did not go down the bowl when she flushed.
A few days later, Dale hit the road to interview for his new position as a Collections Representative at Collections Recovery Associates (CRASS) in Kankakee, IL. He pulled out his new phone and confirmed the time. Today was the first day of the rest of his life.
Dale thanked Ms. Sybil Kibble for the offer, shook her hand and gladly accepted the job.