I went with Dad today to one of his many medical appointments. About halfway there I decided this would be a good time to tell him I got fired for two reasons: 1) It's a short ride, so a three hour lecture was out of the question and 2) He's usually a little loopy after he sees the pain specialist and I figured if the news made him mad he wouldn't care by the time he left the office.
Me: So I got fired.
Dad: You what?
Me: I got fired.
Dad: How did that happen?
(Insert discussion of standard questions and answers that go along with my firing.)
We arrive at the doctor's office. Dad fills out forms. We continue the discussion. He's not mad. And then at the end of the conversation he says what I have determined to be the best statement made during a discussion related to my firing: "Well, a few guys I worked with got fired for making guns on their lunch breaks with company machinery."
The kicker? Those guys got their jobs back.
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uninspiring since 2004
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Know what? I was just thinking that had we actually thrown *all* discretion out the window and posted even half of what we *could* have, we would've been able to do far more damage than someone just making firearms out of company property... Too bad that wasn't an option, as I'm not entirely sure how to fashion a firearm out of a a Frog Clock and several bags of 6-year-old snack foods in industry-related packaging... :-/
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