Buddy's Myth

So here's the whole work deal. I work at Anthony's Fine Dining in Atlanta, technically in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. If you live in Atlanta and you want to tell people you live somewhere cool, you tell them you live in Buckhead.
When I moved back to Alanta after my divorce (more later...) I got a job here until I "found something else." After a couple of months, I was offered the job of Banquet Captain. This meant that I would be in charge of the banquet room and all of the large parties therein. They offered me this job because they recognized my dedication to customer service (from my years of retail--more later--this is an update of a lot of years, remember) and knew I could take them to the next level. I did a great job, and made a lot of people LOVE Anthony's. In February of 2004 they offered me the position of Banquet Director, after the old banquet director quit with one week notice. I accepted, after assuring them that I would dedicate the next couple of years to them . Well, after seven months at that job, where I did my best to promote the restaurant as well as humanly possible, I was KICKED OUT OF MY JOB when the old guy (best friends of the owner) decided to waltz back in and ask for his old job back...WHICH THEY GAVE HIM %&#@!! No "Whaddayathinkbuddy" or any of that, just "See Ya, wouldn't want to be ya," so I was out. I had to stay and wait tables because I had just moved in with The Toner, and he needs the rent. So Dang. So I have a lot of pent up aggression, anger, angst, call it what you will. I really want to let loose my full force of revenge tactics, but I have learned, among so little else in my life, not to burn bridges too quickly. Believe me, when the time comes to burn this one you'll be able to see it from the third moon of Pluto, but "The Dude Abides."