❉ yesterday before work, i dropped in to see jerry at his work in the bar at the French restaurant. the place was super plush! the japanese receptionist was expecting me and escorted me to the elevator which I caught up to the third level. jerry was all alone in an empty bar, wearing a hilarious mandarin style uniform that I'd never seen before. he'd had the chef make me a spring platter of gourmet delicacies and i sat at the bar and enjoyed them over coffee.
next thing his french boss came up to the bar and asked to see him in private. two minutes later jerry returned to the bar with a face of stone and pupils so dilated that there was no blue left... i knew shit was about to hit the fan..... apparently he was told he's not allowed guests, and that if all the waiters had their girlfriend visit it would be a big mess! ten minutes later the boss returned and jerry asked to see him in private. he accused the boss of treating him like a mcdonalds worker, and reminded him that everybody else has their wives and girlfriends visit all the time, including yesterday when his own wife was there with her friends, all drinking free champagne. he reminded the boss that he'd already given his notice and was just covering shifts to be nice. he then paid for my coffee from his tips and said he wouldn't be coming back to work.
at the pub we were screening the world cup final and all the local spaniards had filled the place, which worked out well for tips in the end with spain's glorious last minute victory.
i had gone to work with the intention of resigning as well, after trying to all weekend unsuccessfully. my boss knew i wanted to quit and was avoiding me. he'd ignored my calls and text messages, brushed me off every time i came to his office asking to talk to him, and then snuck off home during the evening without a word... so i was forced to resign via email...
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