Imagine working in an actual environmental impact assessment agency and get a call of some dipshit who wants to dump some berrys in a forest, and then trying to hold your laughter you charge them for the question AND THEY FUCKING PAY YOU.
Imagine working in an actual environmental impact assessment agency and get a call of some dipshit who wants to dump some berrys in a forest, and then trying to hold your laughter you charge them for the question AND THEY FUCKING PAY YOU.
Having flashbacks to digging and grinding the grout out from between the tiles of a bathroom floor bigger than most living rooms three times because the clients wife kept changing her mind about what exact shade of brownish gray she wanted it to be.