slyc_willie
Captain Crash
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This is an angry rant. So if you don't want to hear it, move on.
We hired a great guy about a month ago. Mike. He's from Boston by way of Florida, recently moved here with his Croatian fiance and their six-month-old son. He's my age (mid-thirties) and is as responsible a person as I can imagine. They guy was a GM for a casual dining restaurant until the place folded and he found himself looking for whatever he could.
Yesterday, in the middle of a busy shift, he gets a phone call from his mother. Mike's father, 72 years old, suffered a serious heart attack at his home in Florida. He's been unconscious ever since and he is not expected to survive the next 48 hours.
Mike, being the good son he is, wants to go be with his father when he passes, at least to introduce him to the grandson he has never seen. But with the recent move and other bills, he has only half of what he needs to afford airfare for himself, his fiance, and their baby.
I know what it's like to lose someone close. If I'd had the chance, I'd have been with my wife when she died. So I know how important it is to want to be with someone you love, to give them support, when their time has come.
One of may managers at work (he's actually a managing partner in the company) gave Mike $100 toward the cost of the plane tickets. That inspired me. It gave me an idea, a plan. I'm not a rich guy, and I just paid off my bills and have a couple of others pending. But I gave Mike $200 out of my own pocket. That leaves just $300 to cover the cost of a man wanting to go home to his father and spend those last few days with him.
I figured, if I can part with $200 . . . .
I went around the store before I left tonight. I've been there almost two and a half years now, and I've earned people's respect. They know what kind of guy I am. I suggested, hell, I practically pleaded, with them. Twenty bucks apiece, out of what they make on a Friday night. Not a one of them is going home with less than a bill, and all I ask is twenty dollars.
"Sure, Dave, no problem. I'll help him out."
I just got off the phone with him. He's earned as much as he could, and with all we've given him, he's only $120 short.
Of all the poeple who told me they would help out, only four did. That means eleven people lied to me. Eleven people betrayed me. And among those, I know (after having spoken with a friend of mine with whom I also work), at least half a dozen are going to go out and party tonight. Get drunk. Snort some coke, smoke some pot.
To those people, all I can say is:
FUCK YOU
Don't ever come to me for anything. Ever. You are no longer worthy of my attention, or respect.
May you rot in hell.
I had to get this off my chest.
We hired a great guy about a month ago. Mike. He's from Boston by way of Florida, recently moved here with his Croatian fiance and their six-month-old son. He's my age (mid-thirties) and is as responsible a person as I can imagine. They guy was a GM for a casual dining restaurant until the place folded and he found himself looking for whatever he could.
Yesterday, in the middle of a busy shift, he gets a phone call from his mother. Mike's father, 72 years old, suffered a serious heart attack at his home in Florida. He's been unconscious ever since and he is not expected to survive the next 48 hours.
Mike, being the good son he is, wants to go be with his father when he passes, at least to introduce him to the grandson he has never seen. But with the recent move and other bills, he has only half of what he needs to afford airfare for himself, his fiance, and their baby.
I know what it's like to lose someone close. If I'd had the chance, I'd have been with my wife when she died. So I know how important it is to want to be with someone you love, to give them support, when their time has come.
One of may managers at work (he's actually a managing partner in the company) gave Mike $100 toward the cost of the plane tickets. That inspired me. It gave me an idea, a plan. I'm not a rich guy, and I just paid off my bills and have a couple of others pending. But I gave Mike $200 out of my own pocket. That leaves just $300 to cover the cost of a man wanting to go home to his father and spend those last few days with him.
I figured, if I can part with $200 . . . .
I went around the store before I left tonight. I've been there almost two and a half years now, and I've earned people's respect. They know what kind of guy I am. I suggested, hell, I practically pleaded, with them. Twenty bucks apiece, out of what they make on a Friday night. Not a one of them is going home with less than a bill, and all I ask is twenty dollars.
"Sure, Dave, no problem. I'll help him out."
I just got off the phone with him. He's earned as much as he could, and with all we've given him, he's only $120 short.
Of all the poeple who told me they would help out, only four did. That means eleven people lied to me. Eleven people betrayed me. And among those, I know (after having spoken with a friend of mine with whom I also work), at least half a dozen are going to go out and party tonight. Get drunk. Snort some coke, smoke some pot.
To those people, all I can say is:
FUCK YOU
Don't ever come to me for anything. Ever. You are no longer worthy of my attention, or respect.
May you rot in hell.
I had to get this off my chest.