Chuck Berry
Gold Member
I just found out that a co worker was let go this morning who had been here for quite awhile. We had a brief history of friendship like 3-4 years ago, mostly built around Elden Ring and Cyberpunk of all things. Fellow nerds. Texted frequently, but never hung out outside of work. I bought weed off of him a few times before I was able to score my own medicinal card. His apartment was robbed at one point and I told him if he needs help with anything with moving or whatever to let me know I'll be there. Everything seemed cool. And trust me when you're 40+ making friends is a feat unto itself.
Then one morning, months later I pass him on the steps up to the office and say what's up and he just scoffs at me and keeps walking. Like what the fuck? I'm not one for confrontation and drama, especially at the office, but even outside of work he didn't answer my couple of texts, nothing. I just didn't understand. I did this dude NO wrong and he just went total schizo. We never spoke since, because like I said earlier the last thing I want to do is sling shit at the workplace (even though it was a near constant daydream).
Fast forward today and I'm still coming down off of having a pretty sweet weekend (vids, discovering new music, having some bevs) and my female co worker comes to my desk and was like "Hey you know Gregg (fuck him, I'm using his name) got fired?" I was like "WHAT?" And she's like "Yeah, he got called into HR this morning. His stuff is still here though. But he's gone, yeah."
Dude, the feeling of elation that washed over me was glorious. Not only do I not need to be concerned about awkward as shit tense moments when we're in the same room grabbing coffee, or on the elevator, I don't ever need to worry about seeing his fat, man bun fuck face again ever.
Now I can go back to getting along with everyone and trying to enjoy my job. THIS IS HOW YOU START A MONDAY.
I'll be having a drink and toasting to this bastard tonight. Just felt like sharing. Cheers.
Then one morning, months later I pass him on the steps up to the office and say what's up and he just scoffs at me and keeps walking. Like what the fuck? I'm not one for confrontation and drama, especially at the office, but even outside of work he didn't answer my couple of texts, nothing. I just didn't understand. I did this dude NO wrong and he just went total schizo. We never spoke since, because like I said earlier the last thing I want to do is sling shit at the workplace (even though it was a near constant daydream).
Fast forward today and I'm still coming down off of having a pretty sweet weekend (vids, discovering new music, having some bevs) and my female co worker comes to my desk and was like "Hey you know Gregg (fuck him, I'm using his name) got fired?" I was like "WHAT?" And she's like "Yeah, he got called into HR this morning. His stuff is still here though. But he's gone, yeah."
Dude, the feeling of elation that washed over me was glorious. Not only do I not need to be concerned about awkward as shit tense moments when we're in the same room grabbing coffee, or on the elevator, I don't ever need to worry about seeing his fat, man bun fuck face again ever.
Now I can go back to getting along with everyone and trying to enjoy my job. THIS IS HOW YOU START A MONDAY.
I'll be having a drink and toasting to this bastard tonight. Just felt like sharing. Cheers.
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