So, back in high school, I used to work in a pizza shop.  It was part of a major chain (won’t say which one), so let’s call it Major Pizza Place.  While working at MPP, I tried to make sure that I was always working as hard as I could because hey, if you can’t be proud of your job, at least be proud of the job you do, right?  Right.  So, after about a month, I had the respect of our managers and drivers and in-store employees (read: phone bitches).  After about two months, I had been given full authority in the store, allowed to do any of the standard managerial duties if called for.

After a few more months, I was nominated for an assistant manager’s position (due to the leaving of our current one).  Corporate stepped in and decided that an 18-year-old who had been with the company for less than half a year was not suited to be in management (also cuz I’d probably be off to college soon), so they sent in their own new management staff to replace our current lineup.  I wasn’t that terribly disappointed, since it wouldn’t have changed my job all that much.  Mr. P, who took over for Mr. N, was our new general manager.  He was very efficient and very hard-working, and respected anyone who worked in the same manner.  No troubles there.  Our new assistant manager, however, Mr. R (that ass), was not so respectable.  He liked to mumble and talk in a most pecular dialect of ghetto, and then get angry at anyone who didn’t understand him the first time around.  He heavily enjoyed flipping out at anyone who was nearby for any sort of reason he might have come up with on the spot, and was absolutely miserable to everybody, customers included.  One of Mr. R (that ass)’s favorite hobbies was telling me how I was going to be fired if I “do [that] one more time!”  I started keeping a tally after a few weeks, and in my last 2 months or so, I was threatened with unemployment about 18 times.

In fact, it was because of Mr. R (that ass) that I decided to become a driver in the first place.  It allowed me to get out of the store and away from him.  Things went from bad to worse very quickly.  Due to his attitude and the way he treated his employess (lower than shit), a number of our current staff had already quit or transferred to another store.  I stuck it out because, as corporate had guessed, I was going off to college soon and it just wasn’t worth it to transfer stores.  Plus, with only a month and a half left of summer, I wasn’t exactly gonna find another job, and I needed the money.  Finally, with about 3 weeks left of summer, I couldn’t take it anymore, and quit.  It was a very happy day in Toomin’s household.  For those of you wondering, my last day went something like this:

Toomin: “Hey, so today’s my last day.  Goodbye!”
Mr. R (that ass): “Good, I was about to fire you anyway.  If I ever see you in this store again, I’ll…”

(I never heard the end; I was already gone).

So now, here I am, so many years later, and I happened to be picking up a pizza from Major Pizza Place, and I decided to ask about my old management staff.  Mr. P is still in charge, which doesn’t surprise me too much, since he has always done an excellent job.  Mr. R (that ass), however, I’ve been told, is now in jail.  It turns out that about a year after I quit, he was caught trying to rob an undercover cop.  When he found out that said person was a cop, he apparently then proceeded to pull a gun, and fire off several shots.  The officer emerged unharmed, and now Mr. R (that ass) has been put away for life.

Needless to say, my mood has been fantastic lately.