Canned Author:Franklin Schneider I used to wear company-branded baseball caps. I ironed my jeans for casual Fridays. I smiled stiffly - as my boss told insipid stories about his daughter's soccer games. — I've spent the last three years sleeping until 3 p.m. and getting drunk at dive bars on your tax dollars. I feel much better now. — What's my secret? Getting C... more »ANNED
From blue collar to white collar, minimum wage to six figures, Franklin Schneider has held every type of job -- briefly. He's detasseled corn in Iowa, served time at a doomed Internet start-up, and for one shining moment became the "Most Successful Telemarketer in America." But his search for a fairly compensated, fulfilling position free of pointless drudgery taught him one thing: Such a job does not exist. And if it did, his boss would probably be an a**hole.
If you've ever wanted to go out to lunch and never come back. . .
If you've ever wanted to respond honestly when a boss asks, "Do you think I'm stupid?." . .
If you've ever considered restarting a smoking habit just for an excuse to leave the building every thirty minutes. . .