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I am once again unemployed. Sort of. Sprint decided to cancel our dealership contract without warning on Monday and won't give us a reason other than that we're somehow "misrepresenting Sprint Nextel." Figures it'd have to happen just as I started to make real money. So now the owner's paying me out of his pocket as I'm returning all the phones in our store stock for refund, and cleaning up the clusterfuck having to do with the service center and people picking up backordered replacement phones that will be coming in for the next month. Now we're trying to get on with T-Mobile but I'll probably be moving on. Fixing phones is cool. Selling them sucks. I'm half of the two-man crew that ran what was the best rated service center in the area so it shouldn't be too difficult getting picked up by one of the other guys.
I was drunk pretty much all day yesterday, from about 11:30 am to whenever it was that I passed out in some girl's double-wide trailer in Bassville Park. Going to work like that was interesting. I originally intended to sit in the back processing phones for return but it seemed like it'd be fun to answer the phones and greet customers coming in the doors (we're supposed to have them locked but we'll probably get sued if we don't give customers back their phones, sooo..), barely coherent and speech slurred after drinking half of a 750ml bottle of Wild Turkey on an empty stomache and chasing that with a 32oz of beer. No one seemed to mind. I even had a few people get a little misty-eyed when I told them we may be closed for good. That may have just been the alcohol vapor getting in their eyes, though.
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