The Likeable Douche Bag

This was not how I expected my Tuesday morning to start but here we are. I got to the office at 9:30AM, pulled in the back alley and saw two open parking spots, so I parked in one. Keep in mind, I've done this everyday for a week. I park in the open spot, then when one of the OG's come to the office, they text me, and I move my car and park behind them like a gentleman. Apparently that's not how shit works. According to Big Cat, I shouldn't even be sniffing those parking spots. 

I know I haven't earned my stripes yet, and that's why I never even checked the back ally for spots my first two weeks at the job. However, before everyone decided to show up to the office today, there would only be 10-12 people in the entire office, and no one really drives, so it was never an issue until today. Moving forward, I will be parking back on the side of the street, strictly out of respect for the Big Cat.

Here's where it gets interesting. I don't know how I feel about this compliment. Big Cat says he likes me which is all that really matters but I also get called a douchebag. It was never my intention to be the douche of the company. When I look myself in the mirror I don't see the word douche on my forehead, instead I see Child of God. Maybe I am a douchebag, and I just don't know it. I try to be nice to everyone, I'm always giving back to my community, but when it comes to me being proud of my God given gift to pick winners, sure I pound my chest a little bit, who wouldn't? I want to be clear, I'm not complaining this is the best compliment I've ever gotten. I'm basically being liked for who I am, even if I don't see who I truly am. He basically loves me for me, and that's all that matters.

Not to mention, I also get an opportunity to shit in my bosses mouth. How many people ever get the chance to drop a steamy deuce in their bosses mouth? Not many. All I have to do, is do what I do best, and that's pick winners.