Re: Quitting your job Question...(NDC)

One of the best days of my life was the day I got fired from my last "real
job." That was in 1982.

It was on a Friday, early October 1982, and I had a hell of a weekend
planned. I was going to see the Clash and The Who, and the following
morning, was getting on a jet to Greece. For my 3 week vacation.

All day on Friday, I was getting weird vibes. Especially after one of my
co-workers told me that when people got fired from this job, it was always
on the Monday morning, after getting back from vacation.

So, I confronted my boss. I asked him if he'd planned to fire me. He told
me I was very perceptive, and blah, blah, blah...

I was already on the phone with the airline, asking how to change my
return ticket to an open ended one, because I sure as hell wasn't coming
back any time soon. In more ways than one...

1982 was the end of the lude/coke years. To make a long story short, I was
in the front row, standing in front of Strummer and Townshend, with 30,000
peopol pressing up against me. And, I loved it. I was a G Man that day!

The next morning I got on a plane and flew to Greece. Snd gawd-damn, did I
feel horrible when I got on that plane!?

I found a place to stay in the Plaka and did what any tourist to Athens
does...goes to the top of the Acropolis. After walking around for a while,
I was feeling fucked up. Jet lag, and a wicked fucking lude/coke hangover.
The worst imaginable.

When all of a sudden, I heard this guy ask in English, "so where you
from?" and when the woman he was hitting on said "San Francisco," I turned
around in a stuperous sort of state, and looked at the woman, and thought
I was hallucinating. In a hung-over, very tentative voice, I said
"Eleanor????" and sure enough, it was a friend of mine from Marin.

We spent the night together, and the next morning I was on a boat, going
to an island, to meet up with a couple of other friends. I tried talking
Eleanor into going with me, but she was on to Turkey.

On Friday, I got fired. Saturday, the Who and Clash from the first row.
Sunday in Athens with a nice woman, Monday on a boat. Right then and
there, I vowed two thinbgs: to grow a beard to proclaim my independance
anmd never to work for anyone else, ever again.

Quit your job, people of rmgd! Set yourself free!

Joe
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