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Dr.Jass

Dr.Jass

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I guess I'm moving back home to my little house in Kingsford. :dance:

After I bitched in this thread, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and got in contact with my district manager. While I refused to sell my boss down the river, I did tell him I was not happy with my situation. We had lunch on Monday, and I told him this dual-residency thing was kicking my financial ass and I felt I was deserving of better.

A few days later, the manager of the store in my hometown gave his two-weeks' notice.

So, it looks like I'm going to be managing my hometown store, where I worked as a counterman from '90-'92 with Stretch for a good part of the time. It sounds pretty definite at this point, but nothing is sure until I start the job.

Still, it looks like I'm getting a promotion, and I get to move back into my house. Finally, some recognition for my abilities, and I can work on the LeBaron anytime! :dance:
 
congo ratz(someone needs to make a smily of a rat doing the conga)

dont forget to spread the wealth
 
Obviously from a job standpoint, this is perfect timing.

However, now that the hot weather is finally here, the timing is even better--I'm finding out that this house I rent in Esky is a miserable hotbox. The nearly-black metal roof, no AC, and most of the glass facing into the sun conspire to make this place unbearbly hot. It's already almost 80deg in here, and it's not even 8:30AM. :doh:

Kingsford has central air. :dance:
 
Great stuff PP!

I hope it all works out for you.


Does this mean more tales of the BoozeFighters? :helpme:
 
Of course, the downside of this is that my current boss is going to be awfully cranky for my remaining time in Esky. The DM is going to call her and break the news tomorrow... he was going to do it today, but to no one's surprise, she took the day off. :doh:

My leaving will represent the end of her ability to fuck off at random (unlike Greggles, who only fucks off when he's told). So manager or not, she's gonna have to put in hard time at the counter like she used to do. Good for the store, and bad for her attitude. To say the least, it will be interesting to see how she deals with the approximately 29% increase in business that that the store has seen since I started, without me there to maintain it.

dodgechargerfan said:
Does this mean more tales of the BoozeFighters? :helpme:
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Jesus, I hope not. :D Actually, Brucefighter has been so emotionally abused by his sister and nephew that he rarely comes out of his bedroom anymore. He's also taking his meds, which mellow him right out. So I don't think I'll have the kind of action I had when they first got there, but heaven knows it can't go too long before something noteworthy happens. Larry the Junior Boozefighter is just too much of a douchebag, and the Baby Boozefighters unfortunately suffer for it. Christ, his son is almost 8 and can't figure out a Super Soaker.

Here's a quickie from this past weekend, though. I'm on the phone with a friend in a long conversation, and through my kitchen window I see Sugar--one of the original Boozefighters--walk across my lawn, around my house, and grab one of MY lawn chairs! I can't scream at her, so I patiently wait until she goes into the house to get another beer. I walked outside, still on the phone, grabbed my chair back and set it back into the neat stack on the far side of my house from them. Then, I grabbed the whole stack, walked back to the garage and threw all my lawn chairs inside and locked the door. The look of puzzlement on her face was priceless, particularly when she came back in my yard to steal another chair and there were none. So, she sat on the steps. Of course, I had company later and had to drag the chairs back out, so it's a safe bet half my lawn chairs are in their yard again. Idiots.

But, I'm moving back. The fence gets built, period.
 
Dr.Jass said:
Jesus, I hope not. :D Actually, Brucefighter has been so emotionally abused by his sister and nephew that he rarely comes out of his bedroom anymore. He's also taking his meds, which mellow him right out. So I don't think I'll have the kind of action I had when they first got there, but heaven knows it can't go too long before something noteworthy happens. Larry the Junior Boozefighter is just too much of a douchebag, and the Baby Boozefighters unfortunately suffer for it. Christ, his son is almost 8 and can't figure out a Super Soaker.

Here's a quickie from this past weekend, though. I'm on the phone with a friend in a long conversation, and through my kitchen window I see Sugar--one of the original Boozefighters--walk across my lawn, around my house, and grab one of MY lawn chairs! I can't scream at her, so I patiently wait until she goes into the house to get another beer. I walked outside, still on the phone, grabbed my chair back and set it back into the neat stack on the far side of my house from them. Then, I grabbed the whole stack, walked back to the garage and threw all my lawn chairs inside and locked the door. The look of puzzlement on her face was priceless, particularly when she came back in my yard to steal another chair and there were none. So, she sat on the steps. Of course, I had company later and had to drag the chairs back out, so it's a safe bet half my lawn chairs are in their yard again. Idiots.

But, I'm moving back. The fence gets built, period.
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Boozefighter....Oh I missed the original stories....anyone have a link to the old threads??

That is too funny...or sad...but anyway glad things are finally turning in your direction Jass....you deserve it....good things come to those who wait....:2thumbs:
 
You've been around long enough... Check out The Jass Hole. The classics dealing with these idiots are posted there.
 
Thanks Jass.....I got off my A$$ and did a search and have spent the last few hours reading some of your classics....what can I say but.....:bwuhaha::bwuhaha::bwuhaha::bwuhaha:
 
if that had been me..i would have walked out the door behind her as she was returning to grab the chair..let her get to the stack where they were and be standing behind her when she turned around ...when she freaks that your standing there...you simply ask "what the fuck do you think your doing..trespassing and theft all at once..should i call the cops?"....doubt she would ever return...course something large in hand like a baseball bat or breaker bar would help too
 
Better yet walk into THEIR house and remove the 30 pack of Miller their working on....bet you'd get a rise then....:D
 
All they drink is Natural Light. Bleah. I'd just walk out with it and smash it in the street.
 
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