About my life...can you say transitional??
Soo...quit/got fired from my job last friday.
Kinda told my boss to go fuck himself and to get a life. And no I'm not over-exaggerating. It felt good, truth be told.
I know most people think that is exactly something that I would do, but nay. I can usually keep my composure even though I really REALLY want to say go fuck yourself--I won't. But this time--I didn't hold it back.
Pretty sure the whole front desk could hear me yelling through his phone "GO FUCK YOURSELF!! GET A FUCKING LIFE!!!"
Ah well.
It's a whole long story that I've told everybody like 6 times so i won't go into detail. Suffice to say the place was a festering sore.
And because I quit/got fired the girl I was working with, Nicole (we actually got to be really good friends), called him 5 minutes later and quit as well. So now he has nobody there in Activities and has to do everything by himself until he can hire some other poor soul. Geez I feel so bad...NOT!
And on top of everything else Waylon and I are forking out about $2000 to move from our shit hole to a new 3 bedroom apartment.
Oh and Waylon got laid off about three days ago as well.
Life's peachy ain't it??
Don't worry (not that you will), but we have a plan, we are focused and not panicky. Losing our jobs may be the push we needed to go in new and higher directions.
For instance you might be asking yourselves, why do two people need a three bedroom apartment??
I am taking the smallest bedroom for my art studio (I'm sooo efffing excited!!!) and Waylon is taking one for his graphic design/tattoo studio. The other one is our love nest...obviously : ]
I don't know...once you go through being poor once it kinda doesn't faze you when you're faced with it again.
Kinda told my boss to go fuck himself and to get a life. And no I'm not over-exaggerating. It felt good, truth be told.
I know most people think that is exactly something that I would do, but nay. I can usually keep my composure even though I really REALLY want to say go fuck yourself--I won't. But this time--I didn't hold it back.
Pretty sure the whole front desk could hear me yelling through his phone "GO FUCK YOURSELF!! GET A FUCKING LIFE!!!"
Ah well.
It's a whole long story that I've told everybody like 6 times so i won't go into detail. Suffice to say the place was a festering sore.
And because I quit/got fired the girl I was working with, Nicole (we actually got to be really good friends), called him 5 minutes later and quit as well. So now he has nobody there in Activities and has to do everything by himself until he can hire some other poor soul. Geez I feel so bad...NOT!
And on top of everything else Waylon and I are forking out about $2000 to move from our shit hole to a new 3 bedroom apartment.
Oh and Waylon got laid off about three days ago as well.
Life's peachy ain't it??
Don't worry (not that you will), but we have a plan, we are focused and not panicky. Losing our jobs may be the push we needed to go in new and higher directions.
For instance you might be asking yourselves, why do two people need a three bedroom apartment??
I am taking the smallest bedroom for my art studio (I'm sooo efffing excited!!!) and Waylon is taking one for his graphic design/tattoo studio. The other one is our love nest...obviously : ]
I don't know...once you go through being poor once it kinda doesn't faze you when you're faced with it again.