Following in the footsteps of the Lil' Fella, Eric "Earache" Billot worked his last day at MickeyCosta. He will be long remembered however. His effect on us all cannot be overstated. (I'll try though.) Harken back now to those sleepy summer days when Eric was telling us, telling us to our faces, about whatever had made the short journey across his mind. As the eyes of those in his immediate vicinity slowly glazed over, he ranted on...and on...and on...and on...
If I close my eyes, relax, and break wind I can hear him now, complaining about his supervisor Peter:
"That motherfucker! I almost hit him today. If he had made a move toward me... Motherfucker. Motherfucker can't even grow a mustache. He's probably a fucking Jew. He'd better not give me any shit. I'll tell 'im. I'll tell 'im to his face. I don't give a shit! I'll make him my bitch!"
Well half way through the year Eric was transferred to the Oceanside campus. There he came within a female pubic hair of making it through his one-year probationary period. Unfortunately as he was on the brink of becoming permanent, he made the mistake of venting his spleen at fellow custodian Noni Chalison. There is still much speculation about what he told her, told her to her face. Whatever it was, it was enough to lose him his job.
He did leave us with hysterical memories and some classic phrases that have entered the custodial vernacular:
For these phrases we salute him.