The boss fired me. He cut me loose. He canned me because of one simple mistake. That’s right. One screw-up and I’m out on my rear end. Like he’s perfect, you know?

But what really burns me is he said that I see too many concerts, and that staying out late each night seeing bands like blink-182 or Phish was wearing me down. He claimed all those late hours prevented me from concentrating on my work. Then he blamed me for losing our best customer.

“So what,” I told him. “There will be other customers. It’s not like the company took a plunge and landed flat on its face.”

That’s when he got really mad.

Man, if looks could kill. He started screaming. Claimed that a mistake like the one I made could make the company’s profit line plummet and send the stock into free fall. Then he started blaming my actions for all the company’s problems. Like when I cut a few corners so I could make the Pink concert on time. Or that time I pulled a few strings in order to get out early when Michelle Branch came to town. Isn’t that just like a boss? He takes credit for all the ups and blames me for all the downs. Sheesh!!!

But I’m not going to let it bring me down. Sure, I’m feeling kind of low, but I’m not going to let the fact that I just lost my job keep me from having a good time. David Bowie is playing at the sports arena next week, and Bryan Adams the week after. I’ll see a few shows. You know, just to lift my spirits. Then I’ll go knocking on doors. I may have made a mistake, but I’ll get a new job. My skills are in demand. It’s not like I’ve fallen and can’t get up.

After all, there are plenty of parachute-packing companies in town.