I put my two weeks notice in last Wednesday. In four business days, I will be completely, comprehensively unemployed. I’m going to be a bartender next. You might see me around. I look like if a five year old Bob Dylan got HGH injected into his brain stem to make him much bigger than the other five year olds. I’ll pour you a drink. One mooooree cup of coffee ‘fore ya goooooo.
My obese boss got laid off last month. My only regret is not being able to invent a shrink ray in time. A shrink ray to shrink him down & ash out a cigarette on his fat little belly & put a burn on him. Seared pork belly.
After he got laid off, the top brass at the company got wise to the fact that I hadnt sold a single bottle of alcohol in the entire year I’ve been working at this alcohol sales job. My boss was extremely incompetent & lazy, more than I could have ever dreamed of being. That’s how I got away with it.
They didn’t confront me, they didn’t even write me up— they simply asked me to be more on the ball. They wanted me to start working. 🤮🤢🤢🤮. I quit within the week. I’ve had some good moments last couple of weeks. I fell asleep while sitting front row during a presentation at a regional conference. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t even that I was tired. It wasn’t that the speaker was boring (though he was). It was his self satisfaction. The guy talking was upper middle management at an extremely prestigious household name whiskey company. But he talked & dressed like a puffed up substitute teacher. Checkered oxford shirt, skinny chinos, a watch that said “my wife & I have been in a sexless marriage for 6 years. Not that I care. I have PIED chronic death grip syndrome. I’m addicted to JOI femdom findom from Finland“ . But he was talking as if he was better than me, as if I should aspire to be like him. This, I think, is what offended me so deeply. I did hate his style too though— I’m no marianoleonczik , but even I can tell when a guy is a total fucking loser based off what he’s wearing.
So I nodded off. I allowed top eyelid to kiss bottom eyelid one too many times & I awoke to him standing in front of me. “Hey, buddy— you gotta wake up. You can’t be asleep like that.” I was so stunned I didn’t know what to do but laugh. I tried to cover it up with a cough, but it wasn’t any use I don’t think. Everyone at the company saw me doze off and wake up giggling & coughing in this guys face. Like I was one of the drunks whose lives we ruin for money about to get kicked out of the bar.
That’s my happiest memory of actually being at work on this job.