It finally happened. I won the lottery. 3.74 million dollars are now mine.
But before I enjoy my new bank account balance, I need to go quit my job. This is going to be fun.
Time to let all the anger and frustration out that I had been feeling for four years. Oh, was it going to be good, I thought to myself. Too bad I didn’t have someone to record it. I would love to be able to rewatch everyone’s expressions when I unload everything I hate about this place.
I waltzed into work, and headed straight for the manager’s office. I didn’t care what he was doing. This was my time. My freak out. My quitting of this hole, and my escape to a life of luxury.
“I was just about to call you Victor. Sit down.”
Oh, were you now…..wait. What? Why was he going to call me? No. I came in here to quit. Don’t derail my quitting/rant train.
“The reason I was going to call you…Times are tough. Business is really slow. And I can’t afford to keep everyone on.”
What? You can’t fire me before I quit.
“I’m sorry Victor. But…you’re fired.”
I sighed. Now what was I going to do with all my rehearsed rants and ravings?