And G, today, coming in to work, confronted by the owner, a customer complained, a dear friend of the owner, J***, G*** was rude, indifferent, clumsy, abrupt...

And it starts...the family-style Italian shouting, screaming match, A***** and I listen, it's insane, it takes me a moment or 2 to figure it out...

G*** leaves. G*** is now unemployed, he quit, the owner fired him, I've seen this show too many times before, it's boring...we're fucked. Fucked fucked fucked.

And throughout the afternoon we're treated to the owner's opinions of what an asshole G*** is, and he is, he's texting the owner, looking for a fight, he's texting J***, thanking him for losing his job for him...

I've got the benefit of all sides on this, G***, "Mani Del Merdre", dropping, breaking things whenever the owner is around, nervous, drunk at 6:00 PM, earlier if he worked the long day, popping out for a joint, hours spent sitting on his ass in the lobby texting his girlfriend, he wasn't making the best of impressions, but we all understand...

...and the bosses nephew is coming back, we're overstaffed, all of us were secretly hoping it would be one of us, sadly it was G***, the one who somehow or another most fit in here...

The day is extra long, we're waiting on the nephew from Italy now to replace him, the nephew assures us he's in no hurry to come back, he's seen the light...

Meanwhile, I've a daughter arriving, need a new vehicle, "pronto" as the Italians would say, and so I'm sticking it out, another month at least, but the writings on the wall...