Where I Swear A Lot - Again
Have you ever been continuously arse-fucked by a boil-ridden, rancid-hobo-piss-reeking monster, with three rotating, giant metal pineapples for a dick? I have. Fondly, I call it This Past Week.
I'm not sure which of you cheeky bastards slipped a mickey in my cordial to make me wake up in la-la land, but, rest assured, I am building you a special ( Read more... )
If it was me, I wouldn't hesitate ringing. You might feel shitty right now Catt, but you have the choice of feeling shitty without a job or feeling shitty with a job.
Plus you have the opportunity to go back to work, take the money he promised you, then resign at the end of the week assuming you don't feel too crash hot about the job. If you go back and like it, hey, free job.
As for the public apology, you should err on the side of caution here. Most people don't give second chances, and you don't want him to be one of those people. You have to start at the bottom of the shitheap and claw your way to the top, and I feel that you'll reach it one day and plant a giant "FUCK YOU ALL" flag at the summit. The world's at your fingertips, and I'm not talking about the internet. I just lost myself, but what I was trying to say is that you should just slog at this job for a while and see where you take it.
Now I never met Stephen but it's obvious that he meant a lot to you. I'm REALLY no good at talking about things like this, so I'll make it short. You may have lost him, but you'll never completely lose him. I know it sounds like something I ripped off of the Lion King, but it's true anyway. Some people say that you have to hold on to the memories and all that rot, but memories are tiny when they've left their mark on your soul. People come and go all the time in life, but occasionally someone comes along and just touches so many people so strongly, and judging by the gitchi and various LJers' responses and entries I think he's one of those people. You may not realise it now but he'll live on each and every day of your life, whether you remember him or unconsciously parrot one of his mannerisms or whatever - his life will always be a part of anything you do in the future, no matter how small the part, it exists. And when you get older, say 20 years down the line, you won't remember him dying. You'll remember him living.
That wasn't as short as I would have liked it to be but hopefully I got my point across.
Things are only going to go up from here, so put on your rubber gloves and prepare to punchfuck the world.
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Thank you for this. I'll speak with you about it later, maybe. But (as said), I appreciate your comment lovely. xxx
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