Sometimes taking a 2week long "vacation" just doesn't cut it. A year or so ago I was working at a warehouse, driving around shelves, pickung up various foodstuff. The company had a policy on performance. Less than 90% for 2 weeks and you were fired. And about 0.15USD extra per percentage over 100.
Within three weeks I was at 140% percent. My boss was thrilled. I less so. The job got on my nerves after 2 months, so I stayed home for 2 weeks, not answering the phone when my boss called. Finally I answered, and he was willing to give me another chance.
I was no happy camper any more. "Damn!", I thought to myself, "Why doesn't he take the hint and just fire me? Oh well, I need the money". After two weeks back at work I took another two week long "vacation". This time he got the hint.
But I managed to put out the bridge that was ablaze with flames by telling him I was suffering from depression. Which seemed convincing because it was almost true (had an amphetamine habit at the time, which on occasion had me driving around struggling not to crack up and start crying for no reason at all. Of course, the only reason for my superhuman performance was said habit as well).
A few weeks ago I met an old acquaintance who had begun working at the same company a month or so ago. Apparently they still remembered me, and told stories about me: "Neurofluoro did it with style, one day he parked his truck in a corner and just left".
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Sometimes taking a 2week long "vacation" just doesn't cut it. A year or so ago I was working at a warehouse, driving around shelves, pickung up various foodstuff. The company had a policy on performance. Less than 90% for 2 weeks and you were fired. And about 0.15USD extra per percentage over 100. Within three weeks I was at 140% percent. My boss was thrilled. I less so. The job got on my nerves after 2 months, so I stayed home for 2 weeks, not answering the phone when my boss called. Finally I answered, and he was willing to give me another chance. I was no happy camper any more. "Damn!", I thought to myself, "Why doesn't he take the hint and just fire me? Oh well, I need the money". After two weeks back at work I took another two week long "vacation". This time he got the hint. But I managed to put out the bridge that was ablaze with flames by telling him I was suffering from depression. Which seemed convincing because it was almost true (had an amphetamine habit at the time, which on occasion had me driving around struggling not to crack up and start crying for no reason at all. Of course, the only reason for my superhuman performance was said habit as well). A few weeks ago I met an old acquaintance who had begun working at the same company a month or so ago. Apparently they still remembered me, and told stories about me: "Neurofluoro did it with style, one day he parked his truck in a corner and just left".