It's not for you, it's for me
I did something yesterday I have never done before, but it all started out as something familiar.
Wednesday night I ate dinner with Jakee and his family like every other night and was just hanging out. A little while after my stomach really started to hurt and I thought I was going to puke (which is something I never do). I started getting a really bad head ache and then a fever. For me my temperature is always a steady 96.8 when I am feeling good, so when it reads 98.6 I feel like 100. I still felt sick when I woke up for work at the animal hospital Thursday morning so I told my boss I cant come in I was really not feeling well. She like always was an abrasive unprofessional bitch about it telling me I was probably just tired and blah fucking blah, being extremely rude with no concern for my health or anything. It was 5:30 am after that and I fell back asleep. I woke up, went to my moms and talked to her about it. I decided I was fucking done dealing with some tapped out bitch and didn't need it anymore.
I called my boss and she was busy, but called me back a half hour later and I told her I'm not coming in tomorrow or in the future, I didn't appreciate how she couldn't even give me the benefit of the doubt after I had been such a good employee and reliable and that I AM DONE. Of course she tried guilt tripping me and saying all these things that really had nothing to do with me, that she was disappointed, arguing with me. All she got in return was " this conversation is getting out of control, I am done. " She is a flipping fool. It still felt strange though, because I have never left a job like that. I have always given my two weeks notice, finished every last day of it and left on good terms. Sometimes things just cant end like that though, I was just so over it. I don't deserve to suffer and be unhappy for someone like her, and grin and bare it to make her life easier with how she treats people. My body just knew it before my mind did ;p
I have better things on the horizon, I am starting my job as a M.A.C makeup artist in two weeks, which is my ultimate dream job, and I also really enjoy my new job working with adults with disabilities where my best friend is my boss. I love animals, but working in that industry is a chapter in my life that is closed to collect dust in my memory.
Next week my sweet little dad and I are getting our matching tattoos, something we have wanted to do for 3 years now of a simple lightning bolt. Mine on the back of my neck shaded from dark blue to light blue (because his eyes are blue and his favorite color is too), and his on his left shoulder blade. I figure when he is gone I will not be able to see him but I know he will always be there just like my tattoo. I cant wait. Brambley and I <3
Wednesday night I ate dinner with Jakee and his family like every other night and was just hanging out. A little while after my stomach really started to hurt and I thought I was going to puke (which is something I never do). I started getting a really bad head ache and then a fever. For me my temperature is always a steady 96.8 when I am feeling good, so when it reads 98.6 I feel like 100. I still felt sick when I woke up for work at the animal hospital Thursday morning so I told my boss I cant come in I was really not feeling well. She like always was an abrasive unprofessional bitch about it telling me I was probably just tired and blah fucking blah, being extremely rude with no concern for my health or anything. It was 5:30 am after that and I fell back asleep. I woke up, went to my moms and talked to her about it. I decided I was fucking done dealing with some tapped out bitch and didn't need it anymore.
I called my boss and she was busy, but called me back a half hour later and I told her I'm not coming in tomorrow or in the future, I didn't appreciate how she couldn't even give me the benefit of the doubt after I had been such a good employee and reliable and that I AM DONE. Of course she tried guilt tripping me and saying all these things that really had nothing to do with me, that she was disappointed, arguing with me. All she got in return was " this conversation is getting out of control, I am done. " She is a flipping fool. It still felt strange though, because I have never left a job like that. I have always given my two weeks notice, finished every last day of it and left on good terms. Sometimes things just cant end like that though, I was just so over it. I don't deserve to suffer and be unhappy for someone like her, and grin and bare it to make her life easier with how she treats people. My body just knew it before my mind did ;p
I have better things on the horizon, I am starting my job as a M.A.C makeup artist in two weeks, which is my ultimate dream job, and I also really enjoy my new job working with adults with disabilities where my best friend is my boss. I love animals, but working in that industry is a chapter in my life that is closed to collect dust in my memory.
Next week my sweet little dad and I are getting our matching tattoos, something we have wanted to do for 3 years now of a simple lightning bolt. Mine on the back of my neck shaded from dark blue to light blue (because his eyes are blue and his favorite color is too), and his on his left shoulder blade. I figure when he is gone I will not be able to see him but I know he will always be there just like my tattoo. I cant wait. Brambley and I <3