Kiss of death

If you want to get hired on at my work, stay the hell away from me. I have recommended six people for jobs here and not one has been picked. Twice, it wasn’t a good match and they shouldn’t have hired my recommendations. Every other time though, they end up hiring some schmuck who doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground. It’s ridiculous. I’m recommending people apply without putting me on the application because apparently I’m a career death sentence to any resume. Which is strange because I’m very well liked, I do a good job, and I’m consistently praised for my work. It’s not like I’m a slacker and they’re afraid they’re going to get another one. So, lessons learned, don’t use me a reference.

KARMIC JUSTICE!

KARMIC JUSTICE!!!
This morning, I saw someone hit a parked car in parking lot of my local megamart. She backed into this car, looked at it, giggled, then sped away. I happened to be parked right across from this and I wrote down her license plate number. I wrote down the license number and returned to the car that was hit. I put a note on the car with the license number along with my information incase there were questions or if he needed a witness.
A short while ago, I got a call from the guy who was hit. He is an FBI agent!!! He said he may need me as a witness, but he and a couple of other agents are going to visit the woman who hit him at her house tonight. How’s that for karma!!!