You know what a prick he is. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again."

Frank had an odd way of getting diarrhea whenever the inventory was due. The guy had been on the job for two months and he was already asking for favors. Fuck, half of the time he left shit in the toilet. How did he even get his number? He made a point to change the last two digits of his phone number on the call sheet just so this wouldn't happen. Fuck it, he thought. Better to feel a little pro