let me tell you a cool little story.
i used to work in this record shop for a while(the obligatory day job for an aspiring musician). it was a nasty one- the only reason i ever hung out there in the first place was that most my friends worked there. then they all quit and i was left with a bunch of dysfunctional fucks. anywho- that wasn't the worse part- the manager was this nasty slime bucket and made our lives even more unbearable then they already were.
so, after a while i decided to take off, and told him that i intend to leave in a couple of weeks, or at least until he finds someone else. without looking at me he went: "that's ok, go home and don't bother coming in tomorrow."
that piece of human filth took my one option of deriving any pleasure from that miserable job- he wouldn't even let me quit properly!
so i picked a cd from the shelf, walked over to the dj booth (we all took turnes), gave it to the guy and told him to play it at full blast.
it was a wonderful little moment
i marched out of there to the sounds of the Dead Kennedys playing one of my favorite songs ever: Take This Job and SHOVE IT!
as i passed the counter I threw my hour card at his astonished face as my co-workers and some shoppers started cheering.
Swear to god- it happened exactly like that!
No it didnt
Well, up until the part when I storm out with that song in the background- I thought of that only the following evening.
fuck
Now you tell me your story- whatever it is- about how you would change thing if you could.
Love,
G
i used to work in this record shop for a while(the obligatory day job for an aspiring musician). it was a nasty one- the only reason i ever hung out there in the first place was that most my friends worked there. then they all quit and i was left with a bunch of dysfunctional fucks. anywho- that wasn't the worse part- the manager was this nasty slime bucket and made our lives even more unbearable then they already were.
so, after a while i decided to take off, and told him that i intend to leave in a couple of weeks, or at least until he finds someone else. without looking at me he went: "that's ok, go home and don't bother coming in tomorrow."
that piece of human filth took my one option of deriving any pleasure from that miserable job- he wouldn't even let me quit properly!
so i picked a cd from the shelf, walked over to the dj booth (we all took turnes), gave it to the guy and told him to play it at full blast.
it was a wonderful little moment
i marched out of there to the sounds of the Dead Kennedys playing one of my favorite songs ever: Take This Job and SHOVE IT!
as i passed the counter I threw my hour card at his astonished face as my co-workers and some shoppers started cheering.
Swear to god- it happened exactly like that!
No it didnt
Well, up until the part when I storm out with that song in the background- I thought of that only the following evening.
fuck
Now you tell me your story- whatever it is- about how you would change thing if you could.
Love,
G
let's see. one time i worked for this angry troll of a lesbian who was about 55 years old. she was round, with a hump back. i kid you not. she was so mean and cruel. one day, in the middle of my shift, i told her that i couldn't stand her any more, and i quit. i left immediately.
it felt damn good, too.