OK, here’s the scoop. My resignation at the station crossed the big boss’s desk, and he called me up the next morning, said, “drag your ass in here” and told me a stuation had come up where I could continue working there at my old job . . .and get out of the hell I was trapped in in my new position. So everything worked out.
And tomorrow, I play poker.
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“I was born to lose
And Gambling’s for Fools
You win some, you lose some
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER”
Poker in th’ rear, liquor in th’ fore, matey.
Sounds as though you played poker today eh?
Allow me to take yer money.
I’m glad the work situation got resolved. Best of luck.
well, yeah i agree on that point. i hate moving. HATE.i still think it mightive been cool…but then again…living where you work…ehh….good luck, hope this job makes you happy, bro!
cool.
So you’re not the bosses private bitch? I thought as much, you were walking kind of funny.