Well, that was interesting. I’m sitting up at the station doing nothing working and who walks in… my boss. In case you don’t know the story (then again, how would you?) I work at a radio station where I used to work – when it was owned by a previous parent company. My new boss now, who was my boss then, was the one that “let me go” from this station that time. So, I start working here, and now he works here too. Weird eh?
Boss: (down the hall) Hello?
Me: In here.
Boss: Hey what’s u… wait, you’re Vincent, huh?
Me: Yeah, you’re Jim, eh?
Boss: Yep. I saw your name on a mailbox and though, is that the Vincent?
Me: Yep…
Boss: …
Me: …
Boss: Well, I was out with some people and just stopped by to pee, so I guess I’ll see you around.
Me: Yep, see ya!
Oh well. I haven’t hit F9 yet, so I cant be doing that bad… but BOY am I hungry. I’ve been calling around all night trying to find a place that:
- Is still open at 10pm.
- Delivers to the CBD.
- Sells more than pizza.
It’s not going so well.
