"Two Weeks Notice" by Mr. D

For two weeks when I was 32 I worked for a major supermarket chain The name starts with a "K" and ends in an "oger". I was a store detective. My supervisor was an 18year old kid. In the first few minutes on the job he had me fill a shopping cart to the top with food. The job was to walk around the store as a secret shopper and catch people stealing. He told me if I worked hard one day I would get my own shopping cart. For eight hours a day we walked around the store. Side by side. Pushing one cart. In a circle. Yes a circle. He told me you can see more by walking the perimeter than down the isles. Me a big black guy. Him a little white boy. In San Francisco this would have been fine. In Detroit, not cool. No one was fooled. One day a little old lady told me, "Baby I know you're tired walking in a circle all day."

However my efforts paid off. So don't hate. I earned my own cart. I earned it the same day I was fired. I had accepted another job. I was due to start in two weeks. It was 4th of July weekend. My supervisor was complaining that he couldn't spend time with his family because I needed to get my 40 hours for the week. I told him that I would be turning in my letter of resignation on Monday and if he wanted to go see his family I would be ok. It never pays to be nice. Actually it cost me money. He fired me. He said he was not going to let the company pay me for two more weeks to push around a cart in a circle.

Lesson learned, "Two weeks notice only apply to the employees, not the employers."