Disclaimer
In my blog and elsewhere on this site, I often make references to jokes I've made at my own expense. Though some see it as self-loathing and/or poor self-image, there is actually a funny story behind it all.
After I quit my shitty job at Sam's Club in the middle of 2004, I entered the world of t-shirt screen printing. Working in sweltering temperatures and often extended workdays and work weeks, I quickly realized that I could have very well made a mistake. I hardly ever saw anyone outside of my house or workplace. I smelled like ass everyday, and I was gaining weight. However, it was worth it all to have the weekends off to go film crappy professional wrestling or go on a roadtrip or party insanely hard or what have you. I was also proud of the work I did because I felt like I did it as hard and as well as I could.
Unfortunately, the boss trapped me at every step. He told me that if I didn't understand something or had a question to ask him or P.J. I did that, and he hated it. Thus, I decided to become more independent and make some of my own jumps in logic. He hated that even more. I hated hanging out with him or riding with him on deliveries because he made fun of me personally and professionally. Therefore, it happened often. I was not a fan of 12-hour work days and 7-day work weeks, and that just got under his skin. Admittedly, I was not as naturally adept at the job as P.J., as has been the case with everyone who has worked there in the last few years, and he resented me for that. However, I think the greatest atrocity that I was guilty of was not being impressed with his money or social status. The douchebag isn't very rich, even for this town, and his friends aren't very important. Apparently, he finds that to be an unforgivable misconception.
Why didn't I quit rather than get fired? Well, it's much easier for me to retain my undying disdain for him, but I also knew that my lack of education and work skills meant my only other options were Kroger or Wal-Mart. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to make very little money for both of them, and I even had a couple of months of unemployment to boot! As a result, I have turned my anger into an overly exaggerated sense of uselessness and ugliness.
I did it on purpose, and I will eventually end it. You can stop with the suicide watches and the crying for the shell of a human being I seem to have become. Just enjoy the humor for what it is...the creative offspring of my brilliant mind!
After I quit my shitty job at Sam's Club in the middle of 2004, I entered the world of t-shirt screen printing. Working in sweltering temperatures and often extended workdays and work weeks, I quickly realized that I could have very well made a mistake. I hardly ever saw anyone outside of my house or workplace. I smelled like ass everyday, and I was gaining weight. However, it was worth it all to have the weekends off to go film crappy professional wrestling or go on a roadtrip or party insanely hard or what have you. I was also proud of the work I did because I felt like I did it as hard and as well as I could.
Unfortunately, the boss trapped me at every step. He told me that if I didn't understand something or had a question to ask him or P.J. I did that, and he hated it. Thus, I decided to become more independent and make some of my own jumps in logic. He hated that even more. I hated hanging out with him or riding with him on deliveries because he made fun of me personally and professionally. Therefore, it happened often. I was not a fan of 12-hour work days and 7-day work weeks, and that just got under his skin. Admittedly, I was not as naturally adept at the job as P.J., as has been the case with everyone who has worked there in the last few years, and he resented me for that. However, I think the greatest atrocity that I was guilty of was not being impressed with his money or social status. The douchebag isn't very rich, even for this town, and his friends aren't very important. Apparently, he finds that to be an unforgivable misconception.
Why didn't I quit rather than get fired? Well, it's much easier for me to retain my undying disdain for him, but I also knew that my lack of education and work skills meant my only other options were Kroger or Wal-Mart. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to make very little money for both of them, and I even had a couple of months of unemployment to boot! As a result, I have turned my anger into an overly exaggerated sense of uselessness and ugliness.
I did it on purpose, and I will eventually end it. You can stop with the suicide watches and the crying for the shell of a human being I seem to have become. Just enjoy the humor for what it is...the creative offspring of my brilliant mind!