Broken bike, broken bones and just plain broke
I wrecked Lucy. She's dead for now.
I'm okay for the most part. I mean I should probably be dead, but I'm not so everything else seems minor. I don't remember the accident or most of July, but that's okay. I have a fracture in my collarbone, right hip, and right foot.
Now to really complain, this happened a few weeks ago and I finally got the ok to return to work for only a few hours a weeks. I go in for 2 days and at the end of my last shift I was handed my paycheck and told that I am no longer needed.
I understand that cuts need to be made sometimes. But I did nothing wrong and there were no warnings. How I was told was just so asinine. My boss told me like I was expected to know. How was I supposed to know that during the 3 weeks I was literally living on my couch and going back and forth from doctor to doctor, that she decided she didn't want anymore assistants and I was only coming in to get my last paycheck? Then to make it a whole lot worse, she tried adding me on Facebook. Like hello, she took a bad situation and shitted on it. Why the fuck would I want to be her friend now?