Feb 16, 2008 12:31
So, why am I posting this early? And while I should be at work? I'm out of a job, which isn't much of a surprise. For over an hour, I've been crying into anything and everyone I can. It hurt so bad to hear this: "I can only give you two options: you can finish working your shift today, or you can go home." I'm at my aunt's house.
I should have known this job was too good to be true. My aunt's going to make some chicken salad and chicken stew, but I don't think I'm hungry. Mom thinks I should take a week off to get myself composed. The way I feel now... that'll take me a MONTH. And how fitting that they decide to pull this shit two days after Valentine's. Just make February worse for me, why don't they?!
First Eddie, then Shannon, and now me. I guess it is true. I can't stay there longer than two years. Guess that's life. It's a bitch.
Now to drown the rest of my sorrows with "Flip This House." Richard cussing someone out might help.
~Neko-chan~
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