Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Um...Feel My Wrath?

I was really surprised the other day when I drove by the Pizza Hell where I worked last year, and saw that all the windows were boarded up and the place was completely abandoned. Ok, I wasn't that surprised, considering the overpriced pizza they sold and the managers who stole and the string of employees they screwed over and the corresponding high rate of turnover/low rate of customer satisfaction. In fact, I wouldn't be that surprised if I found out that someone had torched the place.

Did I ever tell you about how the administrative office where I worked immediately preceeding Pizza Hell (you know, the one that rhymes with H and R Cock) was disolved a few months after I stopped working there? Well it was. Disolved in the kind of way where the higher-ups decided to just start over and everyone lost their jobs.

That makes two disfunctional places in a row that have fallen apart shortly after I left. Now, I'm not going to say that one thing is directly related to the other, my leaving and the place crumbling in my wake, I mean. And I'm not going to say that future employers should know to keep me happy and beware of the destruction my displeasure will ultimately bring raining down upon their places of business.

I'm not going to say that all should love me and despair.

I'm just going to imply it.


  1. ok Kali, you want to ride in a sedan chair too. You should not mention this at interviews but instead bring it up within the first few days somewhere. They can't get rid of you for fear they soon my find their asses on the curb. I would be impressed if you take down a temp agency or even the ultimate prize in your profession, a school.

    i was just thinking about ring a ding pizza the other day. it was mighty tasty, i miss it.

  2. Ok, am I the only one that doesn't get K-Dawg's comment?

    Also: remind me never to hire you. ;o)

  3. Don't worry, I only distroy those who become displeasing in my sight. And the past few were not fairly warned. (Although I do not see it as my obligation to spare those who do not immediately recognize my obvious power and do all they can to amuse me/keep me drunk.)

    Speaking of which... yeah. I think K's resorted to drunk noting. What the hell is ring a ding pizza? Sounds chocolatey...

  4. I am not drunk noting. I have barely had anything to drink since the night that shall not be spoken of a few monthes back.

    Ok, fine, I'll explain the pizza thing. You had to call in your order with a phone right? And a phone goes, Ring-A-Ding-Ding-Ding. And the special ed cow goes Oom! Not ring ding.

    Most of my comments make sense to me. I'm not becomeing Dennis Miller am I?

  5. ....

    I think it's Miller time.