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I am sitting here in shock. Absolute shock.

Quick. Can anyone tell me what my favorite job is? Or was? The one I most enjoyed going to each day?

No matter what you say, NO ONE will say it was when I worked at the hotel. No one. I have never disliked a job more. Well, maybe one other one, but the hotel certainly ranked way up there.

It was a job that I tried to quit MANY times. But every time I wanted to give notice someone would beat me to it. Someone else, who shared my dislike of the job, would up and give their notice first. And me being the sap that I am, would wait. I just couldn't do that to the hotel manager. I saw how hard he worked and how long his hours were and I went soft. I couldn't leave him high and dry.

Well, I just got a job offer. Just now. My old boss, the hard working high and dry guy, was offering me a hotel management job. He has now moved to Phoenix and is an area manager... and offered me the job of hotel manager. ME!

Did I consider it?
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Not for a stinkin' minute.

I'm not completely stupid, you know.

And I'm really not fond of being left high and dry. Because I would be. There just couldn't be another sap out there like me that would keep working.... just because they were too stupid to quit.

There couldn't be.
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