Len Can Rot In Hell Dear Blog:
Today, I called Len, my old coworker from my first job (see previous post). I told him about my new-old house, my roomba, my new blog, my new spatula, my new coffee table, and my quest for coasters. At first, it was nice just catching up.

And then I brought up the old days...

I said, "Remember those guys who ratted me out to the boss?"

He says, "Yes, and speaking of which...," and he goes on to tell me that he was glad to hear from me, because there's somthing that he's been dying to get off his chest.

My immediate thought was, "Oh, crap."

He tells me that he felt bad because he wasn't entirely honest with me back when I was fired, some garbage about not wanting to hurt my feelings. Apparently, he's not as sensitive as he used to be, but hey, at least he's discovered honesty. He tells me that all of my coworkers, including him, ratted me out to the boss. I said, "So it was your fault that the boss caught me red-handed?!"

"Brown-mouthed is more like it," he muttered.

My "old friend" Len has officially been scratched off my party invitation list, which brings the current list back down to my mom and dad.

Damn.
- Bernie  ¶ 3:44 PM