fuck this job.com

The last week or so in my life has been insane. We moved out of our old house and into the new one. My crew did not bother me while I was moving, as they promised. Now, I don't believe in God, but God bless them anyway. What a great bunch of people.

As for the Corporate Director and her new toy boy, I'll call him, Toy Boy... Well; you could say I wasn't so impressed with them.

After the big move, I returned to work to discover that the Corporate Director and a new manager, a new toy, she had hired a few weeks ago had gotten together and made the plans for the New Year celebration behind my back, without even letting me know about it, let alone consulting me. You can imagine my surprise when Toy Boy walked into my office and tossed the plans on my desk and directed me to make copies for all the other managers and shift supervisors and distribute them. I was like, "What the fuck?!" Toy Boy is a friend of a friend of hers who she juiced in ahead of a few other people who had really wanted and who really deserved a promotion, I included. She really likes this guy. He has no idea what he is doing, but she loves him because he keeps his trap shut and does what she tells him to do. What's worse, she gave Toy Boy New Year's Eve off and assigned herself to the task of working the big corporate party and leaving the rest of the floor plan for me to carry out. She intended to have me take this as a compliment, as she thought that I was the only one who could pull the whole thing off successfully. Well, she was right, I was in fact the only one who could pull it off, but I did not take it as a compliment as she had hoped, rather I took it for what it really was - an insult. Yes, she and Toy Boy really hit it off as far as their personalities go, and they have been hanging out together and having a good time. Well, that's cool. It is always good when one gets along with the ones one works with - but she forgot one little thing in the process: eventually, the introductions and all the fun that comes along with meeting someone new wears off and then you actually have to get some work done. Instead of answering my phone calls and taking care of business as usual, she had been ignoring me, as well as many others, and she has been giving me a lot of bullshit. I knew something was up at this point. I wasn't until Dec. 30 that I found out what it was...

I poked around, snuck around and got the key and took Toy Boy's employee file out of the cabinet for a read. I didn't have to read very much. I opened the file and found sitting inside his folder a promotion both he and she had already signed, but had not yet delivered to Human Resources. She had promoted him to be her right-hand-man. As I stood in shock staring at this paper, it all hit me at once. She knew damn well that this promotion was going to piss a few people off, so, why bother telling anyone about it until after the New Year Celebration? After all, we don't want any friction and/or to have to answer any silly questions while we are in the middle of preparing the facility for what is, by far and away, the busiest night of the year - do we? Of course, not. Oh, well, I just noted this new information and started to make a few plans of my own for the New Year Celebration. After all, if they can make their own plans without telling anyone about them - why can't I? What's good for the goose is good for the gander, yes?

I acted like I knew nothing and went along with their little program without complaint. I took all their phone calls, took care of VIPs and the general duties of the casino as usual. They suspected nothing. When the day was done, I went home and wrote my resignation. Just after midnight on the morning of the 31st I went back to the facility and handed the manager on duty my keys and resignation form and said goodbye to some friends.

As I was pulling into the driveway at home, my cell phone started ringing. Guess who? Yup, that's right, the Corporate Director. She was woken up out of a dead sleep to hear the news from the manager on duty. She was shocked and confused. She started the conversation by demanding to know why I did not tell her myself. I explained to her that I had just resigned and therefore she was no longer in any position to be demanding anything of me. I explained that she had given me short shrift over the last few weeks, that she was ignoring me and not telling me anything - therefore, why should I tell her anything? Silence. "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes, I am still here." More silence. I told her about the promotion papers I had found in the new guy's folder. More silence. I proceeded to rant and rave about extremely important matters that only she could address, that she was not addressing and leaving everyone to guess what was to be done about it. More silence. I reminded her of directives she had given and memos she had written that she was not following through on herself. "What, you don't want to follow your own rules and procedures? What kind of operations are you trying to put together?" More silence. I informed her of the new guy's incompetence, his failure to pass along critical information to others. Was this an attempt to make the rest of us look bad and make himself look good, or was it just carelessness, forgetfulness and incompetence? "Either way, no can do!" I was hot and getting hotter.
"I see your point, Little Nicky."
"You see my point? It took something like this for you to see my point? It took something like this to get your attention? That's not good."
"No, it's not. What do you want me to do? Are you going to take these matters over my head?"
"Have I ever been disloyal to you?"
"No, you haven't, you have always been good to me. You are a great manager."
"Apparently I am not great enough to help with the floor plans for the New Year Celebration. Instead, you and Toy Boy take care of all that behind my back, then you give him the night off - and make it mandatory for everyone else to show up for the party, by the way - and then he, not you, throws the plans in my face and tells me to carry them out. What the fuck is all that supposed to mean? I took it as a flat out insult. What did you mean by doing a thing like that?"
"I didn't mean anything by it. I guess it just didn't dawn on me how it would look."
"How it would look? You didn't think how it would look? It wasn't obvious to you how a thing like that would look? You must be joking."
"I'm sorry, I screwed up, and I don't know what to say. What can I do to turn all of this around?"
"You can start by calling the new guy and telling him that he needs to come and help out with running the New Year Celebration instead of taking the night off."
"I can't do that, he flew out to be with his family."
"I figured something like that. Well, get set for another disappointment, I am not coming in to help with tonight either."
"Why don't you sleep on it? Go, get some rest and call me in the morning. We will work it out."

I slept on it, all right. I slept right through the morning like I hadn't slept in years. When I woke up, myself and my wives went out for dinner and then went to a party and watched fireworks, then we returned to our new home and had sex together in every room in the house. It was a great way to ring in 2005.

I didn't call the Corporate Director back until Tuesday. "So, how was the New Year party?"
"Fuck you, Little Nicky."
"I take it things didn't go very well."
"Are you coming back to us or not?"
"Not."
"So, where do we go from here then?" Obviously, she was hoping that I would not go over her head and complain to someone it might matter to - which I could have easily done.
"I want you to submit my resignation, note in my file that I am eligible for rehire and to give me a letter of recommendation and a clean break."
"You got it. You have my phone number too. Feel free to give it to any future employers and to have them call me for verbal verification if you like. Whatever you need, Little Nicky. Little Nicky, you are a great manager, and I am going to miss you."
"And you are a great director. I will miss you too. Goodbye."

That's all, folks!

Little Nicky