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A pair of French Quarter tech professionals spent this morning scrolling through the local job listings after getting a bit too festive last night at the company Christmas Party.
Dennis Roland, one of the Verntura employees currently curled up in bed on the verge of crying as he looks for another job, said the evening started off ‘as normal as you’d like’ – but it was ‘full moon’ or something.
He spoke to The Advocate this morning while our reporter was dropping some UberEats off at his house.
“Well, this makes me feel a little bit better,” he said, looking at our reporter in his UberEats uniform straddling a filthy e-bike.
“At least I don’t have to supplement my income by taking jobs away from backpackers. Fuck me, is the journalism industry really that cooked? [laughs] Good God!”
After letting Dennis laugh it out, he went onto continue his story from last night.
“There’s a guy I work with who I don’t really like that much. I hardly know him, I just know he likes soccer, which is not on. Soccer is a sport for betas. Anyway, the boss puts the card over the bar and says we’re going until it’s declined. So we hit it and hit it hard,”
“The pace we set at the start really came to fruition at the end. The first half-dozen schooners went down really well. Then that’s about it.”
Dennis cringed and sighed.
“Then me and Mark, the soccer guys, wanted to keep going so we went to the Jade Possum, you know the ‘rippers in the Old City where Alexander Downer flogged that bloke half to death a few years ago? Yeah, that place. We were just dribbling on talking about his parent’s divorce, then my parent’s divorce,”
“And how they’ve affected us in adulthood and how we have trust and abandonment issues. God fucking damn it, why? He’s probably going to think we’re mates now.”
The Advocate reached out to Mark for comment but was told he’s still at the Jade Possum by his wife.
More to come.
