Monday – Elevator Ride With Bob

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One morning when I worked at Big Death I rode up in the elevator with a dour-faced, overweight older man in a very expensive black suit, who just so happened to be the founder of the company, its former CEO and its current chairman of the board of directors. Most of the people I write about from Big Death I supply with a courtesy pseudonym, but since Bob sounds like a pseudonym anyway, and it's what all those nearest and dearest to him call him, I'll just go ahead and use it here.

( Welcome to Bob's Big Death Emporium! )

Monday II - Damnit? No, Hot Damn!

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I just checked the mail, and in it found a letter from the Texas Workforce Commission. I opened it with a feeling of dread.

I had to read it three times before it sunk in.

My unemployment claim has been accepted. Reason for decision: "Our investigation found that your employer discharged you from your last work for a reason that is not misconduct connected with the work."

I checked the balance of my state-issued debit card just to confirm that, yes, there is money in there and I can buy groceries.

Sweet!


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