Jun 17, 2007 22:00
Well... I just recieved a call from my main boss. The verdict is in, the choir hit that note I didn't want them to hit. Putting it simple:
I lost my job...
So now, I'm in a situation where my theory is right and what was drilled into my head for twenty years still stands: "No matter how hard I try, it's never enough."
I tried really hard to keep up with the beat, I thought I was doing well, I managed to get the face makeup down and was about to work on my speed on my hair wraps... nope. Not good enough. High maintinence. The fucking pricks kicked voted me off the island. I was cut from Tough Enough. Apparently, I wasn't tough enough.
This leaves with the question: now what? Not talking to my parents. I won't hear the end of it. Just getting off my ass and finding something else close to my field for now. I can't bail out now. Just like anything else, all I can do is pick up the pieces and try something else.
At this moment, I'm dead. That's all I can say. I worked my ass of and it wasn't good enough. I didn't want to hear the call. It scared me and got me worked up. Right now, I'm going to head out to B-Town.
-Reno-