I was sort of fired today.
First things first, I deserved it. I have a real problem with being on time. To anything. Anything at all. So for the past few weeks, I've averaged being about two to five minutes late, every day.
But that doesn't give my manager (or, I suppose now my former manager), the right to drop the f-bomb at me repeatedly in a tirade and to make an ass out of the both of us at a staff meeting. Tsk tsk, Mr. Boss Man.
Bottom line, I don't want the job anyway. It's just....well, it's the principle. The man is a 50-year-old kindergartener. An elementary tyrant.
So anyway, here's to living life, interviews for activism jobs (Tuesday), and the hopes that a certain somebody gets fisted by someone with hands the size of Dallas, Texas.
First things first, I deserved it. I have a real problem with being on time. To anything. Anything at all. So for the past few weeks, I've averaged being about two to five minutes late, every day.
But that doesn't give my manager (or, I suppose now my former manager), the right to drop the f-bomb at me repeatedly in a tirade and to make an ass out of the both of us at a staff meeting. Tsk tsk, Mr. Boss Man.
Bottom line, I don't want the job anyway. It's just....well, it's the principle. The man is a 50-year-old kindergartener. An elementary tyrant.
So anyway, here's to living life, interviews for activism jobs (Tuesday), and the hopes that a certain somebody gets fisted by someone with hands the size of Dallas, Texas.