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Jun. 28th, 2005 | 11:59 am

I know I bitch about work a lot. Okay, more than a lot. But this time it's totally justified, and I will swear thusly on a stack of holy items of your choosing.

Tommy and SuperCharles got fired yesterday. First thing in the morning. Canned for not signing the Non-Compete Agreement which thankfully, I did sign although I didn't actually read it. (Sorry, Jason, there goes our first born.) They refused to sign it because their respective attorneys said they shouldn't because that shit was super vague. Once again, I don't actually know how vague due to my inability to follow directions or read things that look at all confusing like any of my Sociology textbooks. How the hell DID I graduate??? The owner/boss/idiotface told them they had until Friday to either sign it or find new jobs. Okay, good deal. The two of them know they won't sign, but this buys them some time. O/b/iface scampers off to some meeting. Other manager guy calls. Tells them that they no longer have until Friday and to get the fuck out. Uh...what????????

Tommy and SuperCharles argue with o/b/iface upon his triumphant return from the land of meetings that don't make any money even though he bitches constantly that we need more money. Nothing is accomplished from the arguing, and Tommy and SuperCharles vacate the premises. I cry. Numerous times throughout the course of yesterday, I cry. SuperCharles calls to check on me? I cry. Tommy calls to see if he left the rest of his gallon of milk in the fridge? I cry. I call SuperCharles to ask about something he was working on before the canning? I cry a LOT. Strangely, it's like SuperCharles and I broke up or something. This is probably compounded by the fact that we're talking to each other in the "break-up language" meaning he repeatedly asks "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. We'll still talk." And I cry and say "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry too. Is it okay if I call you tomorrow? I miss you." Seriously, it's a little fucked up. Good thing Jason doesn't mind.

This shit went on for a full 12-13 hours, culminating in the realization that I'm probably getting fired next. Yep, I know, I said that before too. This time? Much better chance. See, SuperCharles has a meeting with some fairly important financial backers of the company. This is good for him, bad for business. REALLY bad for me. One new guys started at the other office yesterday, and he was Tommy's friend. This guy didn't return today. Now there's me, Sylvia (another high paid employee who doesn't actually bring in any money), o/b/iface, othermanagerguy, and Munir. Munir is the only one who can actually do any work. Technically, Rikul is still around too, but he just piddles on the Linux server and makes sure I can use Quickbooks. We're a little screwed, no money is coming in, and about 15 of the biggest customers (who always pay their bills) are leaving to go with Tommy.

Welcome to my Hell. If anybody wants to hire me and pay me about $10/hour that'd be awesome.

Okay, okay, I guess I'll give out some good news too. Jason and I found a house and it's cuter than anything ever. It's on Robinson and it's yellow and it has new paint and stuff inside. Our landlord is cute too (but not like, sexy cute). His name is Dudley and he looks like a Dudley (short and fat and pleasant).

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From: h00k3r
Date: Jun. 28th, 2005 05:25 pm (UTC)

dude, that sucks. crappy bosses suck at life.

although, super cool about the new house. guess i'll have to come to shreve and come see it when you get moved in.

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From: mb_smith
Date: Jun. 28th, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)

Hey Kristen,

Are you coming to the soccer game tonight? If so, would it be possible for me to borrow your season pass to Six Flags? I'm going tomorrow, so if not it's cool, just thought I'd check.

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