My boss thought I was working too-long hours so she told me not to come in until 9am from now on. How sweet. I am in the wrong profession.
By contrast, yesterday one of my best jean contractors told me he quit his job. This guy is solid, excellent, and we have a good relationship. He is my age and he drives a Cadillac Motherfucking Escalade with rims and shit. I asked him why he quit. "I didn't like it anymore." I blew up. "FUCK YOU. Your job is to make my jeans. Do you think I like my job? I don't. By the way, you should be ashamed to be the first Mexican I have ever met who quits a job because he doesn't like it."
Our conversation ended with a reaffirmation of our desire to work together in the future. This week he's going to see if he can get my tiny company into his new, big factory.
Do you see the difference??
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I've never had a job, because I've never wanted one
Posted by Salty at 10:45 AM
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