I got the night off, unexpectedly. I showed up to work and there were five of us scheduled, and there’s only room for four of us down there (you’d think I would catch things like this, being the supervisor, but I never claimed to be efficient), and no one else has any time to burn, and they like to get rid of me whenever possible anyway because I won’t let them smoke at their stations, so I’m at home in my bathrobe reading the Dope and eating Oreos and milk, and boy, life is good.
Sometimes even when you are fired via e-mail.* Yeah, I’m sitting around drinking beer and surfin’ the Dope. Contimplating going outside and starting a fire in “The Guardshack” (a small addition to my garage with a woodstove). Cold, windy nights are great for a fire and a beer. Since I don’t have to get up for a “job”.
*I would have linked to a thread, but I didn’t ever get around to making one. That says it all. I was fired by e-mail.
You got fired in an e-mail?? Man, that may be one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard of an employer doing. Here’s hoping you find something better quickly.
** - [sub]Well, not entirely true. I’m a homemaker. But you know, without kids, it’s like being your own boss. I scrub the floor when I feel like it, and I take my breaks when I feel like it! No bonbons and soap operas, though. Maybe an occasional Oreo, though. [/sub]
