Well! So much for that!

I got a call from my "new" boss. The Greeter supposed to come at 4PM today called in sick... could I come in and work 4 to 10PM and we'd do the paperwork Monday? I said 4:30 and it was a deal. I was excited!

I got my Blue Vest and started smiling. At 5PM, my new boss's young... ahhh... whatever the hell manager he is... says... "Somebody just puked all over a sink in the men's room. Grab the cart from the janitor's closet and clean it." I said that I didn't think that whs what I was hired to do, that I am a greeter. He said it's part of "other duties as assigned from time to time." I asked why the janitor couldn't do it. Gone to supper. I asked why a stockboy or a cart boy couldn't do it. He said, "Do it." and walked away. Now. I am 55 years old and I know what that shit is about.

I went to the locker room, got my jacket, left my key in the lock and walked away too. Did't say shit to anyone. Called me Mum and told her. She said, "Well, you can watch the football." ???!!! I forgot that after US college football is over, NFL football is played on Saturday TOO!. So, the game is on my TV, I am having an ale, and I am watchin the game as a Sharp Dressed Man. .

Tomorrow, I shall explore other alternatives. I was thinking about seeing a career consultant but those guys are just bullshit artists who tell you... hey!...YEAH!... a career in being a career consultant! I am GAME! I am definitely qualified. Not on the scale of some the emminently qualified bullshit artists that grace this forum with their, ahhh, musings, but I can hold a candle to their farts and illuminate.

Now THAT was a bullshit call... it was a SCORING PLAY and there was pass ineteference and they DID NOT REVIEW IT? WTF are the RULES for if ya don't follow them?

I like being retired. Fuck Walmart.