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The fifth Job I was fired from.
Little Ceaser's. (Summer c.1991)
I was fired for tearing up a bad check a friend wrote 2 years earlier (fired on the spot).
This summer was weird because I had a girlfriend that was in college. She had a condo up in Scripps ranch with some other girls at her university and all the boyfriends were always over. My friend J.D. loaned me his Vespa P200 so I could just ride up there and back.
My parents flipped out at me for some reason right after school was out, most likely because I was pulling straight D's in high school and that I had just gotten in a jet ski accident resulting in a lawsuit that was going to cost 150,000. They told me if I didn't want to live by their rules I could move out, so I did.
I spent the whole summer working nights with this Morrisey Kid Dan at Little Ceaser's. All he did was work and listen to Morrisey and the Smiths. He wanted very badly to be cool. He thought my friends were cool but they weren't. We were all rejects and wasteoids. Most of them, 15 years later, are dead or in prison. Nevertheless, he copied them, their mannerisms, their drinking problems and thought I was a great source of information on them, which could make him cool. But it didn't, it just made him a target and a doormat.
Dan was a manager, fresh out of High School, and he did everything by the book because instead of going to college he was going to manage Little Ceaser's as a career.
Within one month I got him to drink on the job, let all my "cool" friends come in for free pizza, close early, fuck with asshole customer's food, record crank calls on the answering machine and take turns taking hour long smoking breaks.
The place was totally dead anyways so, after I got him out of the manager mindset, we just went nuts. He would get pretty drunk every night and I would smoke weed in the walk in freezer while punching the dough like Rocky.
The problems started when my friend Stacey's parents went out of town and she threw a party. I let my friends pick up 25 pizzas and a hundred of those breadsticks things. The only problem was that the regional manager came in during the middle of me cooking all this shit, smoking, sitting on the countertop while Dan was over at the liquor store trading pizza for beer. I told her that this order for 25 pizzas and a hundred of those breadstick things was a crank call. She yelled at me for smoking, for sitting on the countertops and for letting someone trick me like that and then she yelled at Dan for not being there behind closed office doors.
She came back out of the office and told us to throw all the pizzas out leaving to the Ramona store all pissed off.
Dan totally snapped and was sure he was going to get fired because he came back in with a twelve pack of BUD.
The same night, my friend Hal came to pick up the pizza and told me that he had bounced a check there a year ago. I looked for the check and tore it up in front of him without thinking twice about the whole situation.
The next time I came into work Dan looked at me with a really sad expression while solemnly layering a pizza with the exact measurement of pepperonis. I went to clock in and that is when the manager asked me point blank, "did you tear up a check from the bounced check file?" I said no but they knew it was me. They told me to not bother clocking in. I demanded my paycheck. I cashed the check and went back to Stacey's and ate some leftover pizza.
I still have no clue how they fingered me so quick. I think they put the pressure on Dan to tell them why he was fucking up and he just let loose all the crazy out of control shit I had been doing to save himself. I could see him crying, "It wasn't me, James made me do it! He is the bad guy! I saw him tear up a bad check even! He smokes weed in the walk in! Please don't fire me, please." And so on and so on.
Maybe Dan still works for Little Cesar's
The fifth Job I was fired from.
Little Ceaser's. (Summer c.1991)
I was fired for tearing up a bad check a friend wrote 2 years earlier (fired on the spot).
This summer was weird because I had a girlfriend that was in college. She had a condo up in Scripps ranch with some other girls at her university and all the boyfriends were always over. My friend J.D. loaned me his Vespa P200 so I could just ride up there and back.
My parents flipped out at me for some reason right after school was out, most likely because I was pulling straight D's in high school and that I had just gotten in a jet ski accident resulting in a lawsuit that was going to cost 150,000. They told me if I didn't want to live by their rules I could move out, so I did.
I spent the whole summer working nights with this Morrisey Kid Dan at Little Ceaser's. All he did was work and listen to Morrisey and the Smiths. He wanted very badly to be cool. He thought my friends were cool but they weren't. We were all rejects and wasteoids. Most of them, 15 years later, are dead or in prison. Nevertheless, he copied them, their mannerisms, their drinking problems and thought I was a great source of information on them, which could make him cool. But it didn't, it just made him a target and a doormat.
Dan was a manager, fresh out of High School, and he did everything by the book because instead of going to college he was going to manage Little Ceaser's as a career.
Within one month I got him to drink on the job, let all my "cool" friends come in for free pizza, close early, fuck with asshole customer's food, record crank calls on the answering machine and take turns taking hour long smoking breaks.
The place was totally dead anyways so, after I got him out of the manager mindset, we just went nuts. He would get pretty drunk every night and I would smoke weed in the walk in freezer while punching the dough like Rocky.
The problems started when my friend Stacey's parents went out of town and she threw a party. I let my friends pick up 25 pizzas and a hundred of those breadsticks things. The only problem was that the regional manager came in during the middle of me cooking all this shit, smoking, sitting on the countertop while Dan was over at the liquor store trading pizza for beer. I told her that this order for 25 pizzas and a hundred of those breadstick things was a crank call. She yelled at me for smoking, for sitting on the countertops and for letting someone trick me like that and then she yelled at Dan for not being there behind closed office doors.
She came back out of the office and told us to throw all the pizzas out leaving to the Ramona store all pissed off.
Dan totally snapped and was sure he was going to get fired because he came back in with a twelve pack of BUD.
The same night, my friend Hal came to pick up the pizza and told me that he had bounced a check there a year ago. I looked for the check and tore it up in front of him without thinking twice about the whole situation.
The next time I came into work Dan looked at me with a really sad expression while solemnly layering a pizza with the exact measurement of pepperonis. I went to clock in and that is when the manager asked me point blank, "did you tear up a check from the bounced check file?" I said no but they knew it was me. They told me to not bother clocking in. I demanded my paycheck. I cashed the check and went back to Stacey's and ate some leftover pizza.
I still have no clue how they fingered me so quick. I think they put the pressure on Dan to tell them why he was fucking up and he just let loose all the crazy out of control shit I had been doing to save himself. I could see him crying, "It wasn't me, James made me do it! He is the bad guy! I saw him tear up a bad check even! He smokes weed in the walk in! Please don't fire me, please." And so on and so on.
Maybe Dan still works for Little Cesar's
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