Ashly is DEAD
...career-wise, that is. Dude, she is totally fired. And gone. She came in today and got her shit and she won’t be back. HA! I shouldn’t be so happy about it. I know it’s wrong to be so happy, but she totally deserved it. I just wished she could have been fired harder. Like…should have been forced to stand on the counter wearing a sign that read “Thief” or…we all have gotten to spit on her or something. Or hit her extension cords or something. I wanted to laugh and point at least. And yes I do realize how mean and immature that is. But life goes on… just not for Ashly at Jo-ann’s. Good riddance.
I always knew I’d last longer than her... and somehow that’s not as comforting as it used to be. It’s like… I need to get over this little slump or whatever it is that I’m doing right now. This is so not where I want to be. And I know I say that quite a bit, but I mean, this is the worse it’s ever been. I’m not, in any way, where I feel I should be. And I’m so so tired of Jo-ann. I’m so very tired of dealing with the fucking whinging. And the things I want require me to make a leetle more cash. My check wasn’t too bad today, but it could be better. Whatever. I’m so tired. I’m working all weekend. I hate this place.
begin to breathe.