I told my boss to shove it and I handed back the keys,

expecting him to panic and get down upon his knees,

he laughed, then introduced me to his wife's young nephew, Bob,

then handed him my keys and said: "Congrats, you've got the job!"

Bob grinned and walked away, I stood there silent and aghast,

"Now wait a sec," I told the boss, "perhaps I spoke too fast -

I have a nasty headache and it's been a stressful day,"

"No wonder," said the boss, "you've gone and thrown your job away!"

I asked him for my severance pay and got a funny look,

he opened up a drawer, produced a dog-eared ledger book,

"My records show," he said, "that you worked here for seven years,

and every night before you left you always had six beers.

"Now, six beers every night adds up to quite a lot of brews,

and someone had to stock the fridge and pay for all the booze,

you never gave a thought to cost - just threw them down your neck,

but every month I got the liquor bill and signed the check.

"A tin stood on the fridge, and it was very plain to see,

the sign said: 'Beers a dollar' - cheap as chips you must agree,

yet every night six empties would be lying in the bin,

and never once did you insert a dollar in the tin!

"My book here says you owe a fair bit to the company,

as nowhere in your contract does it mention beers for free,

your severance pay and pension will be just about enough,

now on your way - and next job, I suggest you PAY for stuff!"

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