Hello to the few who actually read this(which does seem to be more people than I thought). After giving a brief rundown of the perks of my job last time, I feel like maybe I didn't explain the reason that I am still doing a job that very much is against my political beliefs. Now, granted, I'm not trying to justify myself, I am a bit of a sellout, but a brother's gotta pay his bills. But let me just tell you a little story.
For those of you in the KC/Lawrence area, you have possibly heard of Hereford House. Now, as a former vegetarian, I've never been a huge steak eater. Although I do like a good burger on a damn near daily basis, I'm not big on steaks. That being said, I do love me some prime rib, which is the speciality of Hereford House. Granted, the 18 oz. prime rib runs around 25 dollars before you add appetizers, drink, or any extra sides. So, back to the story.
Last Friday, my boss calls me and says "I'm going to take you and the team out to dinner tonight. Now I won't be there but I've called and left my credit card number with Hereford House and you guys can eat and drink whatever you want."
(Brief sidenote: My boss is the worst influence I've ever been around. He buys copious amounts of alcohol and, being the boss, you feel somewhat obligated to drink everything he buys for you. This, obviously, leads to many hungover days after nights out with the boss)
So, myself and my 2 co-workers go to Hereford House, order the most expensive Prime Rib we can, order a $75 bottle of wine, and are enjoying our meal when I notice the bartender on the phone glancing towards us. I don't think much of it, until my cell phone rings. I pick it up and, sure enough, it's my boss. The conversation goes something like this "You guys are making me look bad. Order more drinks, dammit, you've only spent $127 so far and I'm not going to be happy if that bill is anywhere less than $300."
And you wonder why I like my job.
For those of you in the KC/Lawrence area, you have possibly heard of Hereford House. Now, as a former vegetarian, I've never been a huge steak eater. Although I do like a good burger on a damn near daily basis, I'm not big on steaks. That being said, I do love me some prime rib, which is the speciality of Hereford House. Granted, the 18 oz. prime rib runs around 25 dollars before you add appetizers, drink, or any extra sides. So, back to the story.
Last Friday, my boss calls me and says "I'm going to take you and the team out to dinner tonight. Now I won't be there but I've called and left my credit card number with Hereford House and you guys can eat and drink whatever you want."
(Brief sidenote: My boss is the worst influence I've ever been around. He buys copious amounts of alcohol and, being the boss, you feel somewhat obligated to drink everything he buys for you. This, obviously, leads to many hungover days after nights out with the boss)
So, myself and my 2 co-workers go to Hereford House, order the most expensive Prime Rib we can, order a $75 bottle of wine, and are enjoying our meal when I notice the bartender on the phone glancing towards us. I don't think much of it, until my cell phone rings. I pick it up and, sure enough, it's my boss. The conversation goes something like this "You guys are making me look bad. Order more drinks, dammit, you've only spent $127 so far and I'm not going to be happy if that bill is anywhere less than $300."
And you wonder why I like my job.