How I made the Monkey Cry
My boss tried to write me up for not writing up an employee. An employee I wasn't even supposed to be supervising, while I was kicking ass doing his job because somebody had to step up. Fast.
I wrote a menu at the last second possible for a party of 300 clients, while the useless baboon hid in the coolers. He wouldn't even sit down with me and fake a contribution. I planned and ordered all the food, and the next day prepared 80% of it myself, without a hitch. The rest I delegated to my employees.
Threatened, he set me up corporate-style. So I told him to save his ink, because I'm quitting.
'Is that how you want it?'
'Yeah.'
Boss quickly changed his tune, and told me to consider it a verbal warning.
I quit anyway, and he crapped his pants. Incompetent monkey made a big boo-boo and I left and bought myself some champagne.
Moral of the story? Verbal warning this, you loser.
Mardi Gras appetizers I made for the client party:
Mache Choux Corn Filo Tarts and Muffaletta on giant mirrors.
Jeff, call me please? Monday?
I wrote a menu at the last second possible for a party of 300 clients, while the useless baboon hid in the coolers. He wouldn't even sit down with me and fake a contribution. I planned and ordered all the food, and the next day prepared 80% of it myself, without a hitch. The rest I delegated to my employees.
Threatened, he set me up corporate-style. So I told him to save his ink, because I'm quitting.
'Is that how you want it?'
'Yeah.'
Boss quickly changed his tune, and told me to consider it a verbal warning.
I quit anyway, and he crapped his pants. Incompetent monkey made a big boo-boo and I left and bought myself some champagne.
Moral of the story? Verbal warning this, you loser.
Mardi Gras appetizers I made for the client party:
Mache Choux Corn Filo Tarts and Muffaletta on giant mirrors.
Jeff, call me please? Monday?