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My friends all suck.
This is what I have decided. Not my on-lne friends. And not Will and Paula here in town. But the rest of my so-called friends and soon-to-be former coworkers suck.
I invited ten people or so to my own "I'm Quitting" party last night, seven of whom did not have to work, and all of whom said they'd be there. Those that had to work are excused from this part of the diatribe, because it was a busy night, and even those that signed the list didn't get out until after three (though we were still in the casino, as I made certain to tell them all, and only one stopped in for two minutes).
Anyway, all 7 bailed. And when I sent texts to each asking if they were still coming, I got a reply from only one person, who said he couldn't make it and he was sorry. The other six sent no replies.
So, with the absence of the non-workers, I waited for Will and Paula (and others, but they were the two main ones) to get out. Because of the business in the casino, only Will was able to get out at 9. (Sidebar: And I had to talk him into signing early--he and Paula both--because they thought they could sign later and maybe work till midnight. I had to convince them that there was no way they'd get out on a Friday night if they didn't sign right away. And I was right. Paula signed as number three and was only able to join us at three o'clock.) So it was Will and me in the Nine Fine Irishmen (the best pub in the world) till it closed at 2:45.
Um, now, I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but he and I have done that a jillion times. In no way was last night different or special from any other time.
Paula met us in a different bar after the pub closed, and Chris stopped in for a few minutes to get my number and say goodbye. And that was it. The other coworkers I informed of the event never showed.
Nice to know I'm loved. Thank Merlin tonight is my last night working with those fuckers.
Venetian/Palazzo, here I come!
This is what I have decided. Not my on-lne friends. And not Will and Paula here in town. But the rest of my so-called friends and soon-to-be former coworkers suck.
I invited ten people or so to my own "I'm Quitting" party last night, seven of whom did not have to work, and all of whom said they'd be there. Those that had to work are excused from this part of the diatribe, because it was a busy night, and even those that signed the list didn't get out until after three (though we were still in the casino, as I made certain to tell them all, and only one stopped in for two minutes).
Anyway, all 7 bailed. And when I sent texts to each asking if they were still coming, I got a reply from only one person, who said he couldn't make it and he was sorry. The other six sent no replies.
So, with the absence of the non-workers, I waited for Will and Paula (and others, but they were the two main ones) to get out. Because of the business in the casino, only Will was able to get out at 9. (Sidebar: And I had to talk him into signing early--he and Paula both--because they thought they could sign later and maybe work till midnight. I had to convince them that there was no way they'd get out on a Friday night if they didn't sign right away. And I was right. Paula signed as number three and was only able to join us at three o'clock.) So it was Will and me in the Nine Fine Irishmen (the best pub in the world) till it closed at 2:45.
Um, now, I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but he and I have done that a jillion times. In no way was last night different or special from any other time.
Paula met us in a different bar after the pub closed, and Chris stopped in for a few minutes to get my number and say goodbye. And that was it. The other coworkers I informed of the event never showed.
Nice to know I'm loved. Thank Merlin tonight is my last night working with those fuckers.
Venetian/Palazzo, here I come!