Those Petty Bastards!

i will be returning to work today at 9:30 am for a meeting. it is one of the standard "this is what is going on and what we are planning on doing" meetings. my last day at this job is the 26th of august. WHAT THE FUCK DO I NEED WITH A "WHAT IS GOING ON" MEETING!?!?!? i am leaving nine days after said meeting. i don't give a flying rat's (bat) ass what they are doing or what their plans are because i will not be around. yet, i will close said bar and get home at 4:15, return to work for an hour at 9:30, then come back for a lovely ten hour shift at 5:00. and you wonder why i have less and less trouble letting go of this job? they are going to hurt like mad without me, and that isn't entirely ego...i'm the only guy who works there--as in the only one who can move kegs solo? that's me! poor girls. should have thought ahead.

any bartenders or people who want to try being bartenders in the city of portland? i need some badasses to come work for me and the first shot is dropping me a line right here. i promise to make you rich...rich, i tell you!!!