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I’ve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. They’re a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.
His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.
Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.
When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.
One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.
In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.
He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.
That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.
Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.
Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.
I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.
I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.
I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.
However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.
Big Boss
((Contains: Gender neutral carrier, labor inducing sex, public birth, slight humiliation and clothing birth))
I ignored the dull throbbing in my back and abdomen as my boss drilled into me, cock wide and heavy. My belly that usually swing with his violent thrusts was now still and solid as he slammed into my baby-cradling hips. I smelled the celebratory alcohol that was heavy on his breath while he leaned in and began to pump in and out of my bruised hole at a breakneck pace.
At this point in my overdue pregnancy, I could barely keep up. I breathed deeply to cope with the pelvic pain that multiplied when he invaded my pussy. I was so late and begged to be induced over a week ago but he denied my desire for birth and my time off request when I began to feel like I could lay down and push at any moment. I followed his every command despite my desperation, and he relished the control he had over me in my most vulnerable moments.
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How close-knit Flyers are led by 3 ‘best friends’ with California connections
It was, to this point, the pinnacle of Cam York’s career: an overtime, game-winning, playoff series-clinching goal, capped by a stick-launching celebration already etched in the minds of Philadelphia Flyers fans who had been patiently craving that sort of elation for more than a decade. Still in his jersey and full gear due to his delayed entrance into the dressing room, York parked himself next to Jamie Drysdale. Trevor Zegras joined them. As their joyous teammates left the room one by one, the trio lingered. No one but the three of them knows what was said. But everyone present sensed the significance of the moment — three “best friends,” as York put it, reuniting in Philadelphia and experiencing the individual and team success that each might’ve once feared would never come. “Honestly, it’s kind of felt like a movie almost,” York said earlier this week. “Since the Olympic break, all the big games we’ve played in — and just going through the journey together.” Said Drysdale: “Just going through that, experiencing what we have through this year, especially here at the end, together — I think it was just three really good buddies enjoying it, taking it all in, and happy we got to do it together.”
Flyers general manager Daniel Briere has stressed throughout his tenure that he values establishing a strong dressing room culture as one of the pillars of the rebuild. Reuniting Drysdale, York and Zegras in Philadelphia is not entirely by coincidence.
All three of Zegras, York and Drysdale have persevered through some hardships in their careers on their way here. For Zegras, it was a decline in his numbers and responsibility on an Anaheim team that seemed to favor other, younger prospects on the way. Drysdale endured a number of early-career injuries and was probably rushed into the league, stunting his development. He spoke honestly about that with The Athletic in March. It all makes the present even more satisfying. “I know (having playoff success) means the world to them,” York said of Drysdale and Zegras. “When you go through what both they went through — contract problems, not sure if the GM likes you, and all that stuff, that can wear on a player sometimes. Jamie, the injuries he’s gone through, to having a great year. It’s great to see those guys playing the way that they have.”
Zegras and Drysdale are pending restricted free agents. It’s highly likely that Briere will lock the two of them up at some point this summer. York is in the first of a five-year extension he signed last July. The three of them could remain together for a long time. For now, they’re just taking it all in as only three close friends can, as evidenced by those fleeting few minutes in the locker room after beating the Penguins that they won’t soon forget. “When you struggle a little bit early on in our careers, to having super special moments like that, it’s pretty cool,” York said. “It’s a moment we’ll all cherish for the rest of our lives together.”
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