QOTD 108: Gimmie one reason to stay here…

First, the song that helped Scott Hall go to WCW:

 Second, with the incredibly delicious existentialism of a bunch of real fans of a fake wrestling show taking real drastic action to affect the fake storyline making my day a delight, I figured I’d post a related question

Have you ever had a “I don’t know why, but that’s it!” moment? Either you finally gave someone their comeuppance after they’d been pompous for years, declared your love for a lady or fellah you’d been chasing and were never direct with? Maybe you simply could not take any more of a show, movie franchise, or band after their creative pungency completely dissapeared? 

Ever scream at a Comcast tech support person after they asked you to reboot your modem for the fifth time?

Did you ever end up having to eat your words? Or getting “one reason to stay there” and then staying?

Freshman year of college I was working at a Dunkin Donuts on a popular Massachusetts highway. Upon being hired I was told I would be getting about 11 dollars an hour, plus tips – namely because the last girl that worked there was killed  – So they wanted someone less…that-able.

I was pretty miserable at this gig – weird hours like working 4pm-12am then 5am – 1pm back-to-back, being told I could never exchange free coffee for free Subway (which was right next store) then immediately noticing my boss nabbing four coffees for her four kids.

Eventually we got a new manager who didn’t speak English and refused to give me time off, to the point where she called me while I was in Fall River, going up and down a giant fucking hill in my car, and I almost crashed because she simply couldn’t understand what I was saying and I wasn’t paying enough attention to the crazy inclines and declines.

But whatever – I was being paid fine, got all the free coffee and donuts and Lattes I could stuff in my chubby little cheeks, and I got to listen to a radio I brought in while working – I listened to a new Barenaked Ladies CD, re-discovered my love for Everclear, got my angst on with some Counting Crows, and generally speaking it was a shitty gig I could deal with.

Until I came in one day to find my radio had been gutted, and the manager said nothing or did nothing. Literally the radio / CD player’s shell was left in tact, but all the internal components were removed, so I was left with a shell of a CD Player – that was it. After two days of inaction, I simply called my manager and quit on her voice mail.

Only to be asked to work the next day across the way for my old boss who said I couldn’t give away coffee for subway. I said yes, gave coffee away for sandwhich favors, played Fire Pro Wrestling, didn’t clean up, took a 3XL “Hot, Steamy, Chocolate Creamy” sweater, and bounced on out of the world of food service for the last time.

And promptly ended up working at Michaels for a guy who had a bit part in The Mighty Ducks 2.