...what?
that old douche at work i was complaining about training just up and quit right before summer vacations start. who does that? who doesn't give notice at a job? that man has a wife, and child, and is old, could i possibly be more professional than a dude with a family? apparently yes. he left a voicemail before the office opened with the news of his departure. i've had three jobs my whole life, the first one i gave them a summer's notice, the second a month's notice, and the third i gave them four months notice. you gotta give people time to recover. i gave a part time gig at subway a month's notice. geeeeeeeeeeeeez.
i can vouch that we weren't waterboarding the motherfucker, it's like the easiest job of life, with barely any rules. ITS PORN & SEX TOYS PEOPLE. i had a R & D meeting today where we brainstormed sex toy names, things like "juicy grape" and "wicked lime".
on the fitness angle of this rant, i noticed today in the porno palace, that running up the stairs to the second floor does not wind me anymore. that's some kind of progress.
my final thoughts for the evening are, i forget sometimes that i love amy winehouse's music, that i know all the words to the back to black album, and then i get mad, why did she do that? what a fucking waste of great talent, it makes me mad and sad.
