You say tomato, I say….I don’t know what the hell I say
So, today I go by Stew’s office and talk to him abou this whole getting fired thing. You know, it’s now the topic of everyday…so fun. While speaking to him, his employee, John, is sitting there and begins to chime in:
John: You got fired?!?
Me: Yes. I got the boot.
John: Well, uh, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never known anyone who’s been fired.
Me: You do now.
John: Why did they fire you?
Me: I don’t know. Have a theory, but I really don’t know.
John: Well, that’s, uh, unfair, uh, unfair, uh, unfair fire-ation!
Me: Wrongful termination?
John: Well, yeah, that’s the legal term for unfair fire-ation.
Me: Yeah, that’s the legal term.
John stumbles out of the room…oh, and did I forget to mention that his speech was also slurred…yes. This is all taking place about 4 in the afternoon. I look at Stew:
Me: Is John drunk?
Stew: Yes. Kathy (John’s wife) is going through menopause and she refuses to take anything, so she’s being…
Me: A bitch?
Stew: Oh God yes.
Me: So, John is saucing it up then?
Stew: Pretty much.
Me: This is why you don’t institute random drug testing, huh?
Stew: Pretty much.
Me: Do you have any openings?
