Fair Touching

I let myself down.

Fifteen, hell, sixteen years down, I fucked up.  I let it all get the better of me. And then I let family get involved, which was the worst.  For me and them.

And here I am.  Forty fucking years old.  Listening to a twelve year old GBV album.  At least its my favorite.

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my day consists of not clocking in. because they are that company. my prep this last day was literally nothing, which was a good thing since it usually entails things that require   more that the hour or so that I have before we are open for service. I understand cutting hours and labor and making the most of your staff, but there are days when I'm still doing prep at closing.  fuck that. there are days I still haven't done it all. fuck that a thousand times.

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I fucked up.

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I knew my shit.  I had it.

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I got cocky.  Thought I was untouchable.  Thought I was that guy. I'd been everywhere, done everything for them. Managed, Fired, Hired, Every Damn Thing For Them.

Funny how they dispose of you.  Your need and place is done.  My one last laugh is that both of these places are closed now. RiRa back in June 2015, and the CIP in November. my only regret is those that I left behind, trying to do something better.

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BTW, its so good to see you again.  all of our friends are thinking about us.