I knew my job was over when...
I was working as a corporate executive for a company that was run by a gay CEO...he was a decent enough guy, but when he started EXPECTING me to work on the weekends (read 7 day week) to launch a new product/service, I had just about had it.

We launch said new co. and we discover we hadn't been APPROVED by the government regulatory body necessary to be allowed to DO what we were doing. Months of work blow up in my face and hundreds of deals dry up. (*double meaning NOT intended)

He is pissed. It is a Saturday and I was trying to get out of the office before he showed up...it was 7pm...I had been there almost the entire day.

He walks in and asks if I can come 'round to his office...I pop in and say "Napoleon (for he was VERY short), this might be your Waterloo, but this is one Marshall of France that is not going down with you." (*double meanings intended)

I then turned around, walked to my office and began boxing up my things. After a year working for that freak it was enough.

I'm NOT a homophobe, I was just uncomfortable when we were sitting in "Executive Level Meetings" and he would spend the majority of the meeting in front of all of us staring at our packages.

no apologies for length...though, in retrospect, mine might have gotten me a raise.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Tue 26 Jul 2005, 22:23, Reply)