I like to make random, inane bets with most everyone I know. I got gambling in my blood. I once bet someone that I could say all the words to the movie “Almost Famous.” I didn’t win or lose, because we never got around to actually watching the movie together. But I did make the bet. Hell, I lost my virginity on a bet.
So long about November 12, I was unceremoniously uninvited to the Big Hell, Inc. Corporate Hooha in the land of the Canucks. No lie. I got an e-mail that said the focus had changed and my attendance was no longer required. That day I asked my boss if I was being fired. She said no.
My co-workers told me it meant nothing. Nothing at all. I knew in all my fibers that it was some heavy-handed foreshadowing of things to come. Sometimes you just know things without being able to explain them.
So in lunchclub that day, The Dougs and I were arguing. I was going on and on about how I was totally going to get fired in the near future. The Dougs was going on and on about how I was totally not going to get fired anytime soon.
“Mark my words Dougs,” I said. “I won’t be here for Valentine’s Day.”
“That’s a bet,” he said. “You won’t be let go anytime soon.”
We decided that the winner has to buy the loser a six-pack of “good beer.”
So long about, November 28th, they announce they’re closing our entire office. Which leaves us in quite a conundrum. The Dougs was wrong and I was wrong. I will be here on Valentine’s Day, but two weeks later I will be let go (and The Dougs will be done not too long after that).
While he could totally get me on a technicality, he has decided not to. Maybe because when you’re losing your job, technicalities seem pointless.
We decided that we’ll both bring in a six pack of our favorite beer and drown our sorrows with our friends on Valentines Day.