My Old Friend, Len Dear Blog:
I've been thinking about the first job I had after college. I worked a shrink wrap machine in the packing wing of a candy factory. It's the only job from which I've ever been fired. The boss caught me eating some of the fudge that I should have been shrink wrapping.

I'll pause for a moment while it dawns on you that I was a fudge packer, like I haven't heard that one before. Go ahead. Yuk it up, funny boy. Hardy har har.

Got that out of your system? Good.

Anyway, I found out much later on that I was set up. Some of my coworkers, people who I thought were my friends, had told the boss that I was sampling the merchandise. I noticed that the boss was coming out on the floor more frequently, and I didn't think anything of it, unless, of course, that I was eating fudge, which, I must admit, I was unable to resist. I knew I had to be careful, and keep an eye out for the boss. Eventually, I slipped up, and the boss caught me red-handed.

You'd think the boss would be happy that one of their employees was endorsing their product, but no! They considered it stealing, and I was fired.

I haven't had fudge since.

I should call my old coworker, Len, from the packing plant. He's the one who told me I was set up. He was the only one who didn't rat me out to the boss. He's the only true friend I had there. He was a good guy.
- Bernie  ¶ 3:34 PM