First off, I quit; I didn’t get fired. Todd was calling me and trying to get me to come back. I told him to take a hike. Like I was gonna come back and work for that shitty company. In truth, a real company wouldn’t let me slam a guy around and then let me come back and work. Even I (the Neanderthal) thought that was strange. You think a real company would let something like that go on and just bring the guy back? Nope. But, when you’re desperate for workers, well, I guess incidents like that can be over looked.

And as for no one liking me, well, look at the above statement. Todd, the head of HR, was my on my dick. Shit, I didn’t even have a driver’s license and he let me stay AND vouched for me. When I finally decided to talk to him about the Flemming incident (two weeks after I left) he still was on my jock. Remember: they were gonna let me come back. So how can I get fired when, after I humiliated Kevin, I told Inez I was done with the place? You think I’d let that fuckin’ company fire me!? You’re crazy. And for the record, everyone talks about everyone at that place. I’m sure folks dish about you as well. You’re just too naïve (or dumb) to believe/realize it. And I don’t want everyone to like me. I’d think less of myself if some people did.

As far as Flemming being cool, well, that’s all depends on who you ask. I know people in his area. They were thrilled when they heard about what I did. They were even more ecstatic when he quit. This is what happened: We where getting dumped like a son of a whore one Sunday and he pulls Inez’s personal car in the bay to wash it, blocking the only way in or out. When I asked him to move it (for the third time) he starts telling me he’s a Branch Manager and Inez’s boyfriend. Basically, he was trying to pull rank. And he thought b/c he was the assistant’s boyfriend he could do whatever he wanted. Does that sound like a cool dude or a conceded, arrogant prick? He got a tongue lashing by management as well, even got written up. Upper management wanted to know why he (a manager) let it get that far, and, like everyone else, why he didn’t move the fuckin’ car the first time I asked. Do you think Doug or Wayne would’ve pulled that shit? He knew who I was b/c his girlfriend (my old boss) hated my guts and bitched to him about me daily. Hmmm. Was there some intent behind his actions? And Inez hated me b/c I called her out everyday. I wasn’t the only one, but I did it the loudest. And as for losing my paycheck (if that’s what you wanna call the meager salary they gave me) it was worth it to thrash a person who sorely deserved it.

I wasn’t sniffing anything, for the record. But I was high as a kite most of the time. The funny part: EVERYONE comes to work fucked up. You wouldn’t know that, or probably believe it. I can think of seven people in that area that were stoned daily. Betcha can’t guess who. It’d blow your mind!

And I think I’m smarter for leaving Enterprise. Only fools and cowards stay there and slave away behind the counters. Chasing the E-Dream. I call it the E-Dream b/c you’d have to be asleep to believe it. The true best of the best are NOT at Rental Prise. They’ve moved on. Granted, I could have left on a better note. But I like to go out with a bang! Unlike most employees there, I’ve got balls. Enterprise adores folks like you: mindless robots that will do their biddings, no questions asked, under the illusion that they will strike it rich. A Gold Rush mentality. You poor schmuck. You poor, clueless schmuck. I don’t need to work like that. The Emancipation Proclamation freed my kind a loooong time ago. Only folks that are gluttons for punishment stay and work there. Or those who are on work visas and can’t leave. Or those that couldn’t make it anywhere else.

And to address your remark about going nowhere, well, I got a job with Aventis Pharmaceuticals through a connection I made at Enterprise. I make a base of 40K, have a company car, and a $400 monthly expense account. They also provide me with a Dell laptop and a cell phone. Not too shabby for a Neanderthal. And if I am a Neanderthal, well, then you must be an early proto-human, a Lucy-type, seeing as how I’m further had in the game than yourself. And I work a fraction of what you dolts put in there. I make more money . . . work less hours. The people are smarter, and I’m not just a glorified McDonald’s employee in a shirt and tie detailing mini-vans. No more living paycheck to paycheck. God! I can actually SAVE money. I also have free time. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, and probably never will. And respect. That’s something you’ll never acquire at your current job. I can proudly tell folks what I do. The only good thing about your chosen place of enslavement is that it looks great on a resume.

But don’t get too upset. If you just keep at it and plug away like a half blind mule, you might make it to management level, where the pay is barely much better and you get screamed at even more. Or if you’re currently a manager/whipping post, my deepest condolences.

Have fun. Oh wait! You’re still there. I can hear the sobbing . . . . .