My boss left me a wonderfully polite voicemail message threatening my job because I didn't come in and work unpaid overtime for him. I don't like threats. My personal opinion of him dropped a hell of a lot and I phoned back and left him his very own shitty message telling him what I thought of him as a manager and the work environment he has created. I basically said call me back if you want me in monday. If not then, ya know, whatever. It's hard to threaten someone who really couldn't give a shit. I worked myself up for damn near an hour expecting a full blown yelling match with the fucker though. Kinda down that we're trading voicemail. Still, he called back and said that it wasn't that I didn't come in that bothered him it was that my mates didn't come in to help out with leaflet distribution. He was pretty toned down in the second message. He's still bullshitting though. His exact words were, "...you either come in or you can phone Paul and your job is in jeopardy." He just wants to get me in so he can sit me in his office and play at being a competant manager. I'm sure his bollocking would be very formal. Fuck that noise.
Even if it was all down to my mates not coming in, whoop de fucking do. They're doing it as a favour. If they can't make it do you really go and fire someone? It's not like I couldn't rearrange them to come in the next day and do it. Well fuck him. Statistically I'm his best sales person so lets see him close the month with just one newbie working in sales when Carys the sales manager goes on holiday later this week. If he gets even half his budget I'll be surprised, and then all kinds of hell will fall on his head from high above. See I'm fine with losing my job. My girlfriend, friends and family are to important to be working unpaid 60 hour weeks anyway. Gareth doesn't really have much except his job, he's so indoctrinated into the company persona. I'd kill to see the look on his face when the big guns tell him 'his' job is in jeopardy. Dumb fucker. I always told him that as soon as the bullshit outweighed the money I'd leave.
I'll stop there now because it's starting to sound like a messy break up.
I'm going camping again at the end of this month. There will be much hunting and roasting of meat with fire. Also Kelly will be coming with me this time so my tent will be crowded with hairdryers and things. On the plus side I don't have to worry about those long cold nights. I get my own personal hot water bottle. Not a clue where we are going this time though but I trust Gary. He picked a damn good site last time. Even if his driving skills did leave something to be desired. It takes a special kind of crazy to drive a Chrysler off an embankment and into a river. Backwards.