Satisfaction
We had this horrible designer working for us last year.

Everything he touched was disgusting. Worst design aesthetic I have ever seen.

He had no talent, just a mashup of skills acquired from a couple semesters at the Art Institute. (He says he has a degree, but it only takes one call to discover he never finished).


I was so happy when he was fired. I was so happy, that everything felt incredible--like I was experiencing life for the first time.
When you're this happy, you try things that you usually hate only to discover hidden notes of joy. Country music and asparagus.
When you're this happy, you try things you really enjoy and they're taken to the next level of pleasure. Korbel, Foie Gras, sex and a hot tub.

Whenever I need a mood boost, I read one of the resumes he haphazardly left behind. Here's one of my favourite passages:

i'm an extremely fast and aggresive worker when it comes to anything in the adobe creative suit family, i also know a wide range of other programs. I know a great deal when it comes to web design as well. my second passion besides from design is photography i've been shooting seriously for about 7 years.

I know, right? Who has misspelled words on a resume? Just...wow.


Now and then I hear whispers around the office about him. He was fired again. That's three times since I met him. I can't stop smiling.