Apr 06, 2004 13:51
The box or: How I learned to stop worrying and lost my job.
Thats right! I'm a free man! I stumbled into work today four hours late cos I spent last night overindulging in booze and good music. With Patrick and Anastasia awkwardly hanging out, I listened to Mazzy Star and Magnetic Fields and Snog and This Mortal Coil and cried as I took shots and thought about a girl until 4 in the morning. The next conscious thought that registered in my head was "oh shit its 11, how'd that happen?!" as I shuffled to work onery and hung over. So it was the perfect day for my boss to try and give me shit.
"Sorry I'm late, man, something went wrong with my alarm"
"What world are you living in?" he says to me
"Excuse me?!" I ask indignantly
"What world... are you.. living in?" he repeats
I decided not to take his shit and said something like "You have the right to ask me where I was and what happened but not to make veiled insults"
He then made references to The Rules and the importance of my job, but I just shrugged and bit my tongue cos I wanted to yell at him that there is nothing important about a $10 an hour office peon job. So he said you're done here and I said you're being ridiculous and he repeated something about the rules and I just fair enough and walked out. It was glorious.
Hmm so much to do now