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| The Awesome One | So I started vacation last saturday. I was supposed to go back to work the following saturday (tomorrow) at 5. I drank for 5 of my 7 days off, I'm probably drinking again tonight, not sure yet. And today I called into work and told them I wanted to quit. The floor manager got on the phone and asked if there was any particular reason. I said no. He asked if it's cause my hours got cut. I said no. He asked if I was having a disagreement with anyone. I said no. He asked if I was going to a better job, was I sick, was I moving... All to which I said no. And then he asked the greatest question I've ever been asked in my life. In the year and a half I've worked at this job, I have never quite felt as good as when he asked me this question. A question that can only be described as the mother of all job related questions. A question that sent me flying into a momentary world of bliss and joy. A question, that solidified in my mind the idea that I am way too good for this job. He asked if there was anything they could do to change my mind. I smiled to myself like I've never smiled before. I was actually stumped for a minute. All the possibilities. Every single thing in the last year and a half I've complained whined or nagged about. All the little piddly ass insignificant irritations at work that had all built up to finally bring me to this moment. This moment where for ONCE, I had THEM over the barrel. It was pure glee I tell you. %100 pure JOY at the wonders of Kharma. I slowly brought it under control, he asked if I was still there. I quickly went over in my head the most important items on the list. The ones that would really make a true difference in the job. I mean now that I finally had the chance to have them addressed, I should be specific about it right? He asked me again if there was anything they could do to keep me.. I smiled again. And said no. ![]()
__________________ "I haven't faced death. I've cheated death. I've tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing." --James T. Kirk |
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| Consultant Fellationist Join Date: Dec 1969 Location: God's own country merry England
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![]() | I assumed from the thread title that someone had introduced you to wanking whilst wearing leather driving gloves with textured finger grips. I guess not.
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| Religious Fanatic | Peddle his arse, obviously
__________________ "Let me tell you something about humans, nephew: They're a wonderful, friendly people - as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. "But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those friendly, intelligent, wonderful people...will become as nasty and as violent as the most blood-thirsty klingon." |
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| The Awesome One | Quote:
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__________________ "I haven't faced death. I've cheated death. I've tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing." --James T. Kirk | |
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