Sunday, March 27, 2016

Real Talk 4

With the brutal onslaught of "I want you to make 75 calls and get 55 quotes on the site today" I decided that enough was enough and I got up and walked out.

I went to McDonald's on the corner and ordered a coffee.

While I was there I saw the guy who used to have my job ordering a Happy Meal, clad in tshirt and boxers, no longer in the office attire he used to work in when he was my supervisor. But one day he just stopped coming.

So there I was grabbing a McCafe

(and coffee for the rest of the office of whom I politely asked if they wanted a coffee and instead of politely demurring as is normal they all chimed in with a resounding "YEAH!"

"Oh geez, are you all kidding me? OK, but make sure your orders are easy,  I'm not writing anything down."

 "IQ, I WANT A LATTE BUT I HAVE NEVER HAD A LATTE SO CAN YOU TELL THEM TO PUT COFFEE AND MILK AND NO SUGAR PLEASE, BUT REMEMBER TO PUT COFFEE."

"Daisy, I am pretty sure that is what comprises a latte but yes I will tell them.")

and I see this dude looking like a bum, and I could only shake my head, wondering what weird projects our boss subjected him to. Then I remembered the alcohol:

When my supervisor-for-two-days decided to stop coming to work, I was given the directive to clear out the guy's desk in order to figure out what had to be done. In the process, I discovered a couple dozen pages with our boss's "signature" copied out a few hundred million times, and then discovered a few copies of a "reference letter" that our boss "signed" declaring that Andrew (he who gave up the job), along with being bestowed with a grand intellect and cutting-edge mental faculty, was the greatest man alive (hey, why not).

Then I opened the bottom drawer of his desk and discovered a 6-pack of beer.




This is part 4 of a series of "Real Talk" pieces wherein I finally talk about my real life and share some (not so) scandalous short (and sweet!) stories. To follow from the start click on the "Real Talk" label below for all posts in this series.

3 comments:

  1. That is when the drinking began? :P

    You have to add that disclaimer at the end? I mean if I am writing something about my life... oh hey wait... I have always been talking about my life, ain't I? But nonetheless, if I do so forth, I will have to put up that italic sentences? Just out of curiosity.

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