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9-16-02: The one about getting fired.


       So I was just thinking about this today. I never end anything on a good note. I have no idea why, but if I leave something, it's not going to be in a positive way.
       Case 1: Leaving swimming. With this, I just kinda stopped going about 3 days into the summer season. I really hated swimming competitively. I had fought against doing it for a couple years and finally just stopped going. For high school, I got pissed off at the coach, and about the last thing he said to me was "Hey, you weren't mad about me putting him in instead of you, right?" And after that, it was just occasionally in the hall before the next season started he'd say "Oh, tryouts are next week" or something, and I'd kinda nod and walk on. So, basically, I never really told him I quit swimming competitively. He never really acknowledged me after the season started...
       Case 2: The School Paper. The 'ol Advocate. I would just like to say first off that I never really think good of my writing, and if I do, you'll know cuz I'll actually say "yeah, that wasn't bad" or something. So, I never really like my writing, but it was decent there. Where I shined was my job as entertainment editor, and doing the layout for the entertainment pages. Man, it was sweet. Everything always lined up perfectly, and if something was wrong, it's because somebody else went in there and fucked it without telling me. That only happened once though luckily. Either way, I kicked ass at layout. I would have done it for all of the pages if he let me give up writing or something. Problem was though, he wanted me to write. Not only write, but write about stuff I had no clue about. Now, the way I saw it was, "Why should you have somebody write a crappy article that makes no sense, when the can write about what THEY know, and in turn, have somebody else write a good article about that other topic." The way he saw it was "Write this or leave." Well, seeing as how it wasn't a graduation requirement, and I really didn't want to work my ass off for something that really wasn't going to matter in the long run, I opted to leave. (A note to a guidance counselor said he'd be "happy to give me an F," how nice)
       Case 3: Getting Fired from my job of 3 years. Jesus. 3 years. That's a long time. More time than I'll spend in college probably. Well, I don't really feel like explaining the whole incident, but I'll just start off with this. I worked at a theatre managed by a blood thirsty company, run by a tight ass old man. He is an unhappy man from what I can tell, with a family of greedy pieces of crap under him. They grew up rich, so they think everybody else should know what it's like as well. That's why we worked for minimum wage I guess. Anyway, Bill was my manager for the first 2 and half years, and by the great judgement of Russ (the tight ass), he fired him essentially (Funny thing is, Russ is supposedly "retired"). So, out comes Jenn (extra N for Nuts). She is going to "shape up" the place. Well, either you kissed her ass, or she hated you. And all of the people she was supposed to fire, ended up getting raises, because she couldn't say no. She screwed up things that had never been screwed up before, and really fucked the place over. But the main office saw her as their favorite, so she could do no wrong. Now, onto my, uh, being let go. This was essentially all my fault, and I should have known better, but I made a decision that cost the company some $5,000 (maybe, I never heard the result). I was fired 3 days before my scheduled last day (moving to Ralston). But I can almost find ways to blame it on Jenn, but I'm not going to, because it's in my past.
       So there you go. 3 things that at one point were pretty important to me, where I managed to screw things up, but it's really somebody else's fault. Really, believe me.
       Why don't you believe me? Jenn was messed up. Seriously. Worst manager of anything ever. Talk to anybody, they'll admit it. And that bitch Nicole. Nothing to good to say about her. She was nice, then just went down hill. So much of a hill, it almost seems like a cliff. God. I hate that place.
       Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days with something actually resembeling humorous insight into the wrongs of the world. But for now. Hope.


-Grant 1