I work at the most fucked up place.
Conversation last year:
Them: Why don’t you drink Fireball? They are our customer.
Me: Because I prefer Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Fire.
Them: But Jack Daniel’s isn’t our customer.
Me: Do you drink Fireball?
Them: No.
Me: Why don’t you drink Fireball?
Them: I did once. It’s nasty.
Me: Exactly
Them: Blank stare.
The owner actually forbid a VP from driving his Corvette to the office because it “looks bad” to other employees. They hinted at that with me and my Alfa. I told them I could park it at their competitor when I go to work there. That ended that conversation.
I literally dreamt about typing up my letter of resignation earlier this week. It was a good dream.
Conversation last year:
Them: Why don’t you drink Fireball? They are our customer.
Me: Because I prefer Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Fire.
Them: But Jack Daniel’s isn’t our customer.
Me: Do you drink Fireball?
Them: No.
Me: Why don’t you drink Fireball?
Them: I did once. It’s nasty.
Me: Exactly
Them: Blank stare.
The owner actually forbid a VP from driving his Corvette to the office because it “looks bad” to other employees. They hinted at that with me and my Alfa. I told them I could park it at their competitor when I go to work there. That ended that conversation.
I literally dreamt about typing up my letter of resignation earlier this week. It was a good dream.