Good! I turned 40 last year and immediately stopped giving a fuck.
My Supervisor pulled me into his office and said,
“Ratspit; you make one dollar more than the other officers … now, can you justify that?”
Thinking …
“Uh. Yeah. How about I’ve been here six years - been shift supervisor for three years; train every stupid monkey-fuck that comes through these doors; pass on years of knowledge; know the site inside and out; cover for you on your holidays; and I could go on …”
“Now, ratspit - I was talking to the client and he asked the same question. To be honest, I drew a blank.
“So, it’s Friday and when I come in on Monday I’d like to hear from you what extra things you can do to prove that you deserve one dollar more an hour than the other guys.”
Sorry bud. I’m 40. Life’s too short to put up with assholes like you - I thought.
And I handed in my two weeks that very same day. Since then, I’ve got my eyes on a much better paying job with a real future.
Life hasn’t been easy, but thank Zeus I left that company. I’d been there six years and that fucker has the cohonas to ask me to justify a one dollar an hour extra wage?
Yeah. So, life’s good. Got a mortgage on a condo with my wife. Got a decent vehicle. In good health. Don’t talk or hear from the Evil One or the OverLord as much as I used too.
How about you, ya old bucket of bolts?
Hey. I got one for you. What does the robot do after sex?
Nuts and bolts!!!