Thankless Saturday

STORY ONE

I work Saturdays... it's only a half day, but regardless, nobody wants to wake up Saturday morning and go to work, even if it’s only for 4 hours... But whatever, that's my life.

Anyway, it was a busy Saturday and I almost didn't have enough time to eat the Chinese I had delivered.

I ate a small wonton soup and then was interrupted like 6 times while trying to eat my shrimp fried rice... Finally I just gave up after eating about half of the portion... I brought the other half home... to eat later, for someone else to eat- I don't know, I just brought it home.

Anyway, I get home and I'm sitting on the bed talking to my wife about my day, blah blah blah... she mentions that she's hungry.

I told her about my Chinese and she gave me a look of disbelief that I was just going to give her my Chinese leftovers... She raced down the stairs to get the food before I changed my mind... I could here her heating it up in the microwave.

She came upstairs, it smelled great. She started to chow down...

"Your welcome..." I sarcastically said, since she never said "thank you."

"For what?"

"For the food."

"Why should I say thank you, you didn't bring it for me, you brought it for you to eat later."

"Yeah but I gave it to you."

"I'm not saying thank you."

"That's crazy..."

And then she pushed the plate towards me and said I could have it back, because she wasn't going to say thank you.

"Just eat the food then... Don't say thanks, whatever." At that point I left the room, because I'm not about to fight about left over Chinese 2 days after our anniversary.

“I’m not going to eat it!” she yelled as I walked away.

I came back into the room 20 minutes later, “did you eat it?” I asked.

“No,” she replied with a wicked grin on her face.

I opened the carton, it was empty. She had eaten it.

"Was it good?"

"Yes..."

“Are you going say thank you?”

“No.”

STORY TWO

While I was at work today, my boss decided he was going to be rearranging the office... Typically it's just me and Moe Green on Saturday's but because of all this rearranging, the boss was there too.

Now, you don't need to know my boss to actually KNOW him... Just picture the most incompetent boss/manager you've ever had in your life... Now imagine that in addition to being wildly incompetent, he's also literally the biggest jerk you've ever met... Now picture that he also has conveniently "forgotten" to give the office their yearly raise that was due on Jan 1st... Whenever he's asked about it, he says "I'll think about it..."

Keep in mind he has never NOT given the raises out... but now all of a sudden he has to think about it... meanwhile we're #1 in sales in our city right now, and he's planning a trip to Thailand, looking into a $10,000 per year country club membership, and wants to buy a new Escalade to replace the old one, which is only 2 years old?!?!?!

We are only scheduled to work until 2 o'clock... then, at 1:58 he calls Moe Green and myself over to his office and asks us to help move a VERY heavy desk.

We had to take his office door off its hinges and the slide this desk out of his office and finally onto a dolly. This took about 20 minutes... 20 minutes I'm not getting paid for.

Anyway, the desk is on the dolly and I have to go hold the front door open so he can wheel the thing out.

I'm maybe 4-5 feet behind him at the door... As he tilts the desk back with the dolly and starts to try and roll it back towards him I get a very sinister thought.

"What if this VERY heavy desk starts to fall back on him?"

I mean clearly, if that scenario were to take place it would fall to me (being the one right behind him) to lend a hand and keep it from crushing him.

It occurred to me that I wasn't sure if I would actually do that... I might just watch it crush him; I really wasn't positive one way or the other.

Sure enough, he leaned it back a little too far and I saw his pasty white arms start to show signs of buckling under the weight.

My first reaction, I’m sad to say was, "Yes, yes, yes! Crush him."

Then I came to my senses and reached my hand out to help him balance the damn thing.

"What are you doing, let it crush him!?" I screamed at myself... But it was too late. The little shove of my hand on the desk for a brief couple of seconds was all he needed to get the monstrous piece of furniture back under control...

When it was all done, I’d worked 30 minutes of manual labor for free, for a guy who won’t give us the raises we’re owed… and the prick didn't even say thank you...

Afterwards I went home and STORY ONE happened... and as you know I never got a thank you for that either.