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fired and then promoted... word...

So there i am, just waking up one morning, and i'm like, "shit, i hate my job {at best buy}" I mean, i really hate it. no one that works there enjoys themself, the perks are impossible to take advantage of, and i've been told, in so many words, that due to my attitude i'll never get promoted past part time csr. nevermind that i have perfect sales numbers, i promote like a bastard, and i'm a master tasker, plus i'm the inventory king and can fucking find 600 missing pieces of a 1000 piece pull in only 45 minutes, nah. i dont smile enough. fuck'm.
i go in to pick Rune up a dvd, go talk to my manager, tell him i'm thinking about giving two weeks, and then i go home and get ready for work in two hours. lo and behold, when i get there, i'm told i'm no longer in the system, am off the schedule for next week, and am effectively fired, but they want to know if i'm still going to work that afternoon and if i'll come in on friday. suffice to say, we italians have tempers second only to the irish, so i told my supervisor "go fuck yourself" with the perfect shit-eating grin, received pats on the back from my peers (i am effectively the hero of two of them) and went straight for the comic book store. while picking up a book to cure my melancholy, i gave the ops manager of the store a call and told him my situation. in a flash, i was promoted to full time and granted 72 hours in the next three weeks on top of my ten hours a week. full benefites and free movie comps followed. as the spring gets into gear, i'm working my dream job (when i was 14, but i've always been a slow start) and i'll never have to pay for movies again.
My name is Hollywood Mike. I no longer suck dick for coke, i sling funny books. school starts in the fall, and i'll be going for my degree. fear my ego.

posted by AmeroKafka @ 7:04 PM