Yikes

Stare at the word

CHAPTER

long enough and it ceases to have any meaning.

Fuck Me Sideways

Oh, and hand me a big tall glass of unemployment for good measure.

Say what, Evilmister? Unemployed?

Yep, that's what I said.

So here's the scoop, the skinny, the low-down on the 411. Awhile ago, the powers that be asked me if i wanted to become all supervisory and stuff like that. Evilmister ain't no fool. He knows that if he says no, well, that severely limits the dollars attached to his paycheck, but he warned 'em!

Say what?

Evilmister told them right from the get go, before he got gone, that he has ... issues ... with anger and stress management. He needs to be calm and relaxed, like unto a calm flowing river, lest he turn into one of the biggest fucking spazzes on the planet. Only with even less concern for the foolish mortals packed around him like so much human chaff.

Flash forward a couple of months, and the scene is this:

I ask my crew (I switched to nights to sleep better and that kind of crap) if they thought it would be a good idea if we shortened our breaks a little so we could all fuck off a little earlier. They said sure, why the fuck not, and I said groovy, because this made my bus ride home a lot shorter.

Remember: I am a supervisor. I supervise, and I am under the impression that I am able to make, um, supervisory decisions. We worked our asses off all the same, perhaps even harder, and we still managed to get things done.

Flash to today.

I go to work. I am called into the office. I am told I did some things wrong. I was prepared for this, because I knew I'd done some thigns wrong on my last shift, but really, I didn't think they were too bad.

Then I was told I made rules that I shouldn't have. I was like ...

WHAT?

I was told that I'd been spied upon for the previous week, and they were shocked to learn that we were all leaving early and signing out for 1030. This, I learned, was both theft and lying.

I explained that we took shorter breaks, therefore making our departure time, while early, equal to that of staying 15min later than actual. I didn't think this was anything terrible, as most of the time shaved off was from our unpaid lunchbreak.

I was asked why I hadn't told anyone else.

I said because I didn't think it mattered all that much, so long as the work got done. I was a

Then, uhm, things got kind of ... angry. I was a dissapointment, firing me was the hardest thing in 10 years, how could I do this ... that sort of thing.

Oh well.

I have more time to write my book and surf for porn.