I Quit
By caf
We were friends,remember that trip?We went out on the iceI almost fell off the tip.Just Four guys,And a few cases of beer.I was celebrating,It was my second year.Yup, 2 years,how they go by fastNot all days were funbut the year's been a blastI always said, I'd never go.but when you asked me to work that dayI could only say noI worked for you, you'd call me up without hessitation,knowing i'd fill the spotI even gave up my vacationSure there was some thank yous,and quite afew dollars to makeBut you couldn't even listen to meYou didn't even care for fucksake,I was burnt out, All i needed was a breakI schedualed many of them,but none could i take.Each time you'd calllike the last one you didI said i couldn't work that day,you through a fit like a kid3 Months later,I know you're still madYou're just finally realizingI'm the best you've ever had.This is a poem i wrote about me quitting my job... my boss which i considered a friend was acting like an asshole... I loved the guys i worked with but i really needed some time off. And He ruined two holidays of mine in a row! so i was pretty pissed off, when i quit he was upset, but he didn't realize it then that it wasn't my fault, and the end line.. well i don't actually believe i was the best worker, but did only have a few good workers, and some other ones that didn't give a shit about the job or the guy.. i think he's just realizing that i was the most reliable worker basically.. ahh well. I'm still pissed off that i had to quit cause i really liked that job, he just changed quite a bit and because selfish. Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 04:52 AM PST 0 • 10
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"We were friends,remember that trip?We went out on the iceI almost fell off the tip.Just Four guys,And a few cases of beer.I was celebrating,It was my second year.Yup, 2 years,how they go by fastNot all days were funbut the year's been a blastI always said, I'd never go.but when you asked me to work that dayI could only say noI worked for you, you'd call me up without hessitation,knowing i'd fill the spotI even gave up my vacationSure there was some thank yous,and quite afew dollars to makeBut you couldn't even listen to meYou didn't even care for fucksake,I was burnt out, All i needed was a breakI schedualed many of them,but none could i take.Each time you'd calllike the last one you didI said i couldn't work that day,you through a fit like a kid3 Months later,I know you're still madYou're just finally realizingI'm the best you've ever had.This is a poem i wrote about me quitting my job... my boss which i considered a friend was acting like an asshole... I loved the guys i worked with but i really needed some time off...."