I Got Fired.

I got fired. Actually, I fired myself. Here's the story.

Prelude: My former assistant manager, Eugene aka The Cowheaded Fuck was transferred to another store in the district. He was replaced by a guy named Mark. A young guy, probably 24 years old. From what I had heard about him, he was cool. I didn't come in to work on Saturday. I didn't call in either. He decided he was going to write my up. Being written up is basically a written formality saying 'You fucked up, don't do it again'.

I get into work 5 minutes early as usual. 10 minutes later, a co-worker comes up to me and says 'Mark wants to talk to you'. I wasn't sure why he wanted to talk to me. I figured since we hadn't met before, he wanted to introduce himself. So, I walk from the back room to the customer service desk.

I walk up to him and say 'Hey what's up?'. He says 'Go sit on the bench.' There is this bench, right in front of the entrance to the store that lazy old people sit on while their wives shop I guess, So anyways, I say 'What?', and give him the 'What the fuck' look. He definitely earned the look with the demand he was making towards me. He then says 'Go sit on the bench'. He raised his voice this time, and said that as if I were a little kid who just hit his brother on the playground. I then said 'Excuse me? I'm not a child. Don't treat me like one.' He says 'When I tell you to do something, you do it. Go sit on the bench.' Then I say 'Why do you want me to sit on the bench?'. At this point, I'm getting pretty fucking pissed off. He's talking to me this way in front of co-workers and customers. He then says 'I don't have to give you a reason, now go sit on that bench or you're fired'. I lose it and say 'OK then. Fire me you bad ass'. So then he says 'Insubordination, you're fired'. I have no idea what I said next. I had psychotic visions of strangling this guy, and it took a lot of self control to not do so. I know that after he said that, he walked into the manager's office. I then said 'That fucking faggot just fired me'. I said that in front of a few customers who were watching the whole ordeal and a few co-workers too.

I then went to the back room. I clocked out, and then I made my way back to the manager's office to argue with him some more. To make this short, we argued back and forth. He said he wanted me to wait on the bench because he was finishing something on the computer, so he could bitch at me and tell me that he wrote me up for not coming in on Saturday. First of all, the computer excuse, that was bullshit. 2 minutes later I was in the fucking office and he wasn't doing shit. When I walked in there he was leaving a message for the co-manager. He doesn't actually have the authority to fire me, so he was to 'recommend' a manager does it. He just wanted to made a demand of me. He wanted to be a dick because he was pissed that I didn't come in on Saturday because he had to do my shitty work. He was completely fucking aggressive and hostile with me from the second I started talking to him. Mind you, this was the first time I had ever talked to him. He's a fag, and he's going to get what's coming to him. I promise this. I am the most vindictive motherfucker alive. He will get what's coming to him for embarrassing me, and for speaking to me the way he did.

When I walked out of the store, I needed to relieve some rage. So I took out my knife, and attempted to stab the Winn-Dixie brand soda machine. I didn't have the knife locked into place properly, so when I stabbed, the knife closed down on my finger and gave me the deepest cut I've ever had. It was fucking brutal. It was pouring blood. I was flinging it off my finger. I was flinging blood at my friend who was there picking up his check. It was pretty funny. It definitely was cut to the bone. Driving home, I was feeling a lot of tingling in my arm due to all the blood loss from my finger and my finger was going a little bit numb, but I worked it out.

I went back to the store a few hours later to get my paycheck. This time dressed in my own attire. Fucking Winn-Dixie uniforms. Anyways, He was leaving the store to go home just as I was pulling out after I got my check. I drove past him slowly with my girlfriend in the car, made eye contact with him, and flicked him off. Fuck that faggot. He has made a big mistake. He has invoked my wrath.