yesterday:
i woke up. went to work. found out i was supposed to be there at 4 not 11. went home. all the way muttering to myself about the gas prices and all the sleeping in i coulda done. saw a cat that had been hit by a car and was probably paralyzed dragging its self across the road by its front paws. i cried. it was at that time i knew nothing good was gonna happen that day.
i was right.
at 4 i went back to work. saw that my name was not on next weeks schedule and my name had been crossed off this weeks. walked back to the office and this is the conversation that followed:
me: why am i not on the schedule? am i fired?
mary: well, we need to talk.
me: AM I FIRED?
mary: yes.
me: ok.
i then left with out saying a word to anyone or even bothering to ask why. my sister and my pops think i should have heard what she had to say. but the way i look at it i hated the job. i was paid minimum wage. i was just another unskilled, unappreciated, and completely disposable employee. fuck it. i can get another job where i am unskilled, unappreciated and completely disposable in a heart beat. but instead i think i'll pick up a drug habit and live out the rest of my days happy and when that gets me down i'll blow my fuckin brains out in the middle of a mcdonalds as a protest. for all the other unskilled, unappreciated, and completely disposable working poor.
*please forgive all spelling errors, i am posting from my phone and its a real pain to edit shit from here.
i was right.
at 4 i went back to work. saw that my name was not on next weeks schedule and my name had been crossed off this weeks. walked back to the office and this is the conversation that followed:
me: why am i not on the schedule? am i fired?
mary: well, we need to talk.
me: AM I FIRED?
mary: yes.
me: ok.
i then left with out saying a word to anyone or even bothering to ask why. my sister and my pops think i should have heard what she had to say. but the way i look at it i hated the job. i was paid minimum wage. i was just another unskilled, unappreciated, and completely disposable employee. fuck it. i can get another job where i am unskilled, unappreciated and completely disposable in a heart beat. but instead i think i'll pick up a drug habit and live out the rest of my days happy and when that gets me down i'll blow my fuckin brains out in the middle of a mcdonalds as a protest. for all the other unskilled, unappreciated, and completely disposable working poor.
*please forgive all spelling errors, i am posting from my phone and its a real pain to edit shit from here.