The Shift Of Brando

El Retorno

* PHONE STARTS RINGING *

ME: Hello?

JACK: What's up man? Where you at?

ME: Back home...

JACK: Okay. So, you're to going to let it end like this?

ME: Me? Excuse me, but you fired me.

JACK: No I didn't it. You quit?

ME: I did not quit! You fired me over a text message.

JACK: C'mon guy, you threw your hat and your apron on the ground in front of me. To me, that sounds like you quit on the spot.

ME: Man, I was mad as hell. What did you think I was gonna do? Dance and celebrate like an idiot because I was going to work by myself.

JACK: Yea, no. But still, you left me, hanging. I'm heartbroken.

ME: I did not. I went to talk to you but you didn't want to.

JACK: C'mon guy, you wanted a week off from work. I can't give you that.

ME: Why not? I need some time to think things through. Plus isn't that what everybody else does? Everybody else quits and they come back the following week like no big deal.

JACK: Oh really? So, you want act like everybody else now?

ME: Well, why not? If it means I can get a week off, then sure.

JACK: Whatever. Anyways, so...are you coming back or not?

ME: Like I said. I need some time to decide. I'm frustrated and angry.

JACK: Okay. Call me tomorrow around noon and tell me, okay?

ME: Sure.

JACK: Okay. Remember call me. I love you.

ME:Man,gtfo with that gay shit    

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I've been looking for jobs here and there. I've talked to Jack and got him to give me some extra days to think if I'm going to come back or nah. He needs people; he's desperate.

I went earlier to apply at Target, but Alexis recommended me not too. According to her, management works you until you can barely stand. What a shame, and here I thought I was going to apply at Target and maybe get the meme treatment like Alex from Target.

My next stop was Boston Market but I didn't even finish my application. I don't know, I guess I don't want to work at another rotisserie restaurant and have to deal with the same bullshit. Although when I got there, I was met with a manager named Jonathan that closely resembles Jack.

I tried Hot Topic, but hell nah. I might rock out occasionally and love Nirvana, but there's no way in hell I'm getting piercings for a job. I might act white but I'm not that white.

Lastly I tried Office Depot, which wasn't too bad until the manager who gave me the application asked if me I had worked at Cardboard Chicken. I hesitated but I replied with a bold no.

And then he was like, 'oh sorry; you look like one those asshole cooks that works there. The cook that looks like you was making fun of me one day and I could tell because he was writing in some sort of journal or diary while he was laughing and looking at me. What a pussy.'