I honestly don’t give a shit about being fired from Friday Puppy…I really don’t.Â Hell, I’ve been fired from way more prestigious organizations than this rag tag outfit…Â Dictaphone Corporation (forged purchase order for a hospital dictation system in 1993, Collette Tours (mislead management about a ‘business meeting’ while playing golf, 1999), Cobblestone Creek Country Club (refused to be a 29 year old maleÂ ‘Beer Girl’ for the Member Guest tournament).Â The list goes on and on.Â But getting fired by your own brother is just straight fucked up.
It’s not like I’m sweating getting another blog job either…I’m actually on the phone with OH My Dog! right now.Â I’ll be fine, thanks, but some of the other contributors who got canned are not nearly as Blog-marketable as myself.Â It’s just that I know for a fact that Eric is fashionablyÂ struggling right now to make ends meet and poor Carlene actually has been forced to start her very own travel blog…STICK IT dogs!!
Anyway here’s a few things I definitely will not miss about working in the Friday Puppy offices:
1. Matt lingering in my office doorway at 4:30 on any given Monday afternoon, with a coffee cup in his hand saying, “You know I really need that Meatloaf piece by 5:00,Â David.”
2. Pete’s hillarious candid photos of everyone coming out the bathroom.
3.Â The shitty Mexican food.
Anyway, thanks for all of the support and adoration.Â If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.
P.S…. Matt’s the worst.
P.S.S….we got rid of Fisher.