Sep 17, 2012 19:42
...every single time I think I've finally got my feet back under me, some yanks the rug again.
I just found out today that I'm losing my job. They told me, today, that Friday will be my last day.
They've decided that if they are going to pay someone at the permanent rate, rather than the temp rate, they want someone with more experience.
And what really burns me up is that the guy who's been my acting supervisor, the one who made this decision, had the gall to smile so bright and cheerfully at me all day but didn't have the nerve to tell me to my face that he is ending my contract.
I want a drink. I can't afford a drink.
and I don't even have anyone close enough to get a hug from.
fuck.
life--don't talk to me about life,
real life sucks