...And Now Time For The Punchline...

Just to prove that life mocks me.

As you might recall, I was in the process of moving, or at least trying to. Had tons o' trouble trying to get a place. And my landlady forgot to get me an apartment. Promised it to me, and to someone else, and took their money. Leaving me SOL.

I was depressed. I really started to like the new apartment. Walked through the place. Imagined where I'd put the furniture. And now someone else will be living there. I decided to spend the money I saved for the move to pay bills, buy an enormous pie, etc. It was gonna be a long three months.

Now the punchline: The landlady called today. The gentleman caller who would be moving in, decided today, he didn't want the place after all. She said I could have it now. Thanks. Do I have to move in now?! I was going to request a week off of work. Install cable. It was all planned then scraped. And now I have one day to put all those plans back into place? Thanks a damn much! I'm told I should be happy.

Back to packing again. I wonder if I'll get a call tomorrow from the landlady telling me she made another mistake and the guy actually moved in.

But I did have the biggest laugh all week today.

I have a boss, Chris, at my work. And he's a certified dumbass. He's not evil or malicious, just the worst assistant manager I've ever known. Some people cant sing no matter how many lessons they take, Some people like Chris cant manage anyone, no matter how many "10 minute" manager books you read. He's the kind of guy who uses the word "opportunity" when discussing a problem area. Daily sales are low? No! That's an Opportunity to do better! Oh, and making "challenges". Challenge. Opportunity. Stupid acronyms for simple things. This is someone who needs to work at home stuffing envelopes and stop giving be a migraine.

Anyway, today he outdid himself in the field of mismanagement. I used to manage, and I know how to balance it. How to make your employees the priority. Make them happy, and all the rest is gravy. But Corporate-boy Chris...

He was running himself (and us) ragged. I was helping out at a register when a woman came in and wanted to pay with a credit card not her own. She said it was her sons, and I had no reason to disbelieve her. But, I still needed a managers okay.

Chris came over totally hyper and shakey from the pressure. And inspected the card.

The woman said, " that's my sons. He's in the car outside because he's...."

"Lazy?!" snapped Chris looking annoyed... The air stilled. The woman's features turned to stone. And she fired with the deadliest bullet.

"no. Handicapped..."

Oh Snap!! Down came the curtain and people in the audience started gathering their things and placing trash in the proper receptacles as they exited. Match and point! Foot in mouth successful! Thank you! Goodnight! People in line had to walk away from that train wreck. I had to bite my fist to stop my quickly spreadling smile when I saw the ashen look on my managers face and the blood drained away. He slunk away and spent the entire evening in the office

When you have the front row seat on seeing your boss humiliated, maybe I did have a good day after all!