I quit my mutherfuckin job.

Okay many of you may remember I took another job some four months ago.

It turned out to be a gig that was so Evil Dilbert, that I couldn't even look myself in the mirror at the end of the day.

I had high hopes for this gig. On Monday and Tuesday, things were really clicking. I had my best week since joining up. I was making people money. Then my boss calls me in to give me an hour long ass kicking from 5:45 to 6:45. I don't know what kind of heat he is under, I get that. But don't take it out on me. On my best week. I was going to walk during the "meeting" but I got scared about not having health benefits.

I gave notice on Thursday.

I'm not a pussy. I have had some rough gigs. My resume reads like a who's who of ass kickers.

I worked for Michael Jackson's Publicist, the first time the little boy thing came around. He threw staplers at me. Until I told him he threw like a girl.

I replaced the guy at Columbia who left to write and direct SWIMMING WITH SHARKS.
(Ya know SHUT UP, LISTEN AND LEARN). I worked for one of the guys who the movie is based on. I got to talk to Han Solo daily...

There was one guy I worked for who is a notorious Zen Ass Kicker..Big Producer now.
His hazing was to give you a karate kick to the face... his shoe an inch away from your nose, he wanted to see if you would flinch. Of the ass kickers, I liked him the most.

But nothing like these folks. A grind that would haunt me to midnite every night. Asskicking upon asskicking from a bunch of F-listers.

I am looking into jobs at the library.

I think working at the library would be fun.