Waitin' around
...there we go. Add in some gray hair, a massive gut, pit stains, the horrible ravages of old age, and a generally more red-faced complexion, and BAM. My boss. I wrote him a note a few weeks back asking for a raise and he kind of ignored it... naturally, I told him I was ready to put my two weeks in (cuase I mean, come now. I could get paid more doing a lot of other, easier jobs). This uh... he... well I mean... he KIND of apparently went into a nervous breakdown due to all the stress and had to be admitted into the hospital that night. I don't think I've ever put anyone in the hospital before, so if nothing else, this has given me the ability to drunkenly rant about how I put my goddamn boss into critical condition before I faceplant into some guy's table of drinks and make an ass of myself.
God damn... now that I think about it, I can't fucking wait to do that.
When he eventually came back they'd put him on helloflotsa drugs. He's generally a much, much cooler guy now, always smiling and being awesome... I'd venture to say that this is the first time I've seen my boss happy since I started working here four years ago. As far as I'm concerned, at this point in the man's life, artificial happiness is better than natural self-loathing and unpleasantness. I kind of hope he remembers how rad it is to be happy after they take him off of those things, but I'm not holding my breath. For the next month or so, I stayed around, but they'd put in all sorts of new rules and regulations to comply with all the health violations. Totally necessary, yeah, but it didn't make it suck any less. When I started working here, this was the coolest job ever. You could do anything. Now it's... well, it's like a real job. I trained a new closer, Drew, to replace me and gracefully phased myself out of the schedule; Drew's a pretty surprisingly awesome guy, actually. He's a fairly relentless nerd like myself, but most importantly, he understands the things most nerdfolk don't, and that generally tends to be the difference between someone who's rad as fuck and someone who's the most annoying retard you've ever seen. He's social, he's reasonably witty, he makes his own decisions and judgments, he knows how to converse outside of the dorkosphere, and he's generally a pretty nice guy. OH and he also does that "divert compliments with jovial mock-arrogance" thing that I totally dig. I see good things for this man.
But yeah, once I'd properly phased my hours out, I put in my two weeks. The job had changed a lot, and while I could definitely adjust if needed, it was high time to try something different. It's been about two weeks now and I've actually managed to secure, of all things, a goddamn internship at my brother's company, RSA Security. Ideally, I'd be doing this for the summer, building up experience in my field, English, and eventually bowing out to head back to college. Assuming I put in the time and effort needed to make this work, this whole thing could end up turning out quite nicely.
In other news, the Gorillaz are apparently breaking up, much to my dismay, Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter for the 360 is pretty retardedly awesome, thanks in large part to its kneecap-shatteringly amazing online co-op, and I stumbled onto the whereabouts of my longtime idol, the master of internet witticism, Rev Brandon. Guy's not quite as staggeringly cool as I remember him, but even so. He's got more character than the he knows what to do with, and I admire that like you wouldn't believe.
God damn... now that I think about it, I can't fucking wait to do that.
When he eventually came back they'd put him on helloflotsa drugs. He's generally a much, much cooler guy now, always smiling and being awesome... I'd venture to say that this is the first time I've seen my boss happy since I started working here four years ago. As far as I'm concerned, at this point in the man's life, artificial happiness is better than natural self-loathing and unpleasantness. I kind of hope he remembers how rad it is to be happy after they take him off of those things, but I'm not holding my breath. For the next month or so, I stayed around, but they'd put in all sorts of new rules and regulations to comply with all the health violations. Totally necessary, yeah, but it didn't make it suck any less. When I started working here, this was the coolest job ever. You could do anything. Now it's... well, it's like a real job. I trained a new closer, Drew, to replace me and gracefully phased myself out of the schedule; Drew's a pretty surprisingly awesome guy, actually. He's a fairly relentless nerd like myself, but most importantly, he understands the things most nerdfolk don't, and that generally tends to be the difference between someone who's rad as fuck and someone who's the most annoying retard you've ever seen. He's social, he's reasonably witty, he makes his own decisions and judgments, he knows how to converse outside of the dorkosphere, and he's generally a pretty nice guy. OH and he also does that "divert compliments with jovial mock-arrogance" thing that I totally dig. I see good things for this man.
But yeah, once I'd properly phased my hours out, I put in my two weeks. The job had changed a lot, and while I could definitely adjust if needed, it was high time to try something different. It's been about two weeks now and I've actually managed to secure, of all things, a goddamn internship at my brother's company, RSA Security. Ideally, I'd be doing this for the summer, building up experience in my field, English, and eventually bowing out to head back to college. Assuming I put in the time and effort needed to make this work, this whole thing could end up turning out quite nicely.
In other news, the Gorillaz are apparently breaking up, much to my dismay, Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter for the 360 is pretty retardedly awesome, thanks in large part to its kneecap-shatteringly amazing online co-op, and I stumbled onto the whereabouts of my longtime idol, the master of internet witticism, Rev Brandon. Guy's not quite as staggeringly cool as I remember him, but even so. He's got more character than the he knows what to do with, and I admire that like you wouldn't believe.