The Ag company I worked for before my last employer and retired from {sort of} had a
new general manager, hired about three years before I left. Self impressed, narcissistic,
egotistical piece of excrement he was. It took three years for the septic tank to boil over.
He came up to the shop screaming the {Cogs Worth Cogs of Spacely Sprockets}--------
Flakester Your Fired! I knew this coming for weeks, had every thing already for a quick
move. {Your Never Going to Work in This Town Again--crap started spewing forth}.
I asked him If I could use the forklift to load my tool boxes-{Go Ahead but Make it Quick}.
So I forked up the main chest with two side boxes and the top box, drove out the gate-
down the street 3/4 of a block and set them down in Tate Transportations shop, drove
back, parked the lift and said---I already have a new job, go to work tomorrow.
His face was so red I thought he might need CPR in a minute--won't get it from me.
Didn't mean to side track your thread Vetech.
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