Sweet beans, I got the job at a new bar.
I haven't mentioned it, but I was beginning to hate my job. Even as the MC of their events, wherein I simply interfaced with other people and drank beer, I would feel dread during the hours before work. All because of our GM - The Desolate One. Arrogant, rude, prick.
So today I quit. Coincidentally, I quit while the owners were busy smashing the HAMMER down on this guy. He's been a bad, baaad person. Methinks it's catching up to him. I hate to say this, but I hope losing me is a big enough loss to make a difference in whether or not they release this prick. A new GM would fix the restaurant right up.
Anyway, love the new jarb so far. I work with some pretty fucking cool people, many of whom I've known for some time but never really gotten to know.
Hoping to make 2009 a helluva year. New president, new jarb, great relationship... new city?
2 comments:
So, prostitution huh?
The oldest profession in the world is usually the one I turn back to when the chips are down.
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