The guy that sits next to me at work (annoyance)
has put in his notice (to quit). He apparently got a better “sales” job. He
said it’s “more responsibility”. Well good luck cause that means you can’t be
on your phone all day, with personal phone calls, yelling at Comcast, yelling
at UPS (about your lost lingerie, that actually was shipped FEDEX), saying
“fuck”, throwing pencils, walking around chit chatting instead of working,
listening to music, actually cold calling and actually show up on time (not 30 minutes
late, taking long lunches and leaving whenever you want to – just sayin).
That being said, since he started here he’s never
been early let alone on time. He was early this morning. I know this because
I’m always early. He’s early because he’s packing up his “personal” items (hope he doesn't forget his bill cosby sweater). Nice
to know his priorities are straight.
His initial last day was suppose to be the 8th,
that would have been the professional 2 weeks notice, but we’re talking about this
guy and he’s not professional so he decided to throw in the towel early and
have his last day be today. Hallelujah for me! It’s like I hit the lottery
really. I’ve been waiting for this day since he started. Now I feel like an
asshole…but they are my feelings. The thing is I’ve had to listen to all his bs
personal calls, his yelling, his lack of professionalism, his constant whistling, belching out loud like a college school boy, I pretty much know
too much about him, because he talks too much and gives away too much, I’ve
wanted to punch myself in the eye, and I’m just over joyed that he’s leaving. I
never wished him to get fired, he quit, and he got a better job, allegedly.
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