Anything hung out to dry will just freeze- so what's the point?
I should have been fired from work on Friday. It's actually the seventh or eighth time I should have been fired by my count. I copied the schedule wrong- AGAIN. It's not something I do on purpose, I just have a really hard time reading numbers in the first place, and then when everything is printed up on a spreadshead with my name floating around somewhere in the middle, I get confused from time to time.
I was on the bus, heading to the bank, still in St. Paul, when Jim from Galactic called to ask where I was. Oh balls, I was supposed to start at four, but the scedule in my notebook said five. Oh balls. So I called a cab and hopped on the bus, working out some longwinded, high drama bitch rant to go into for when I was handed my firing sentence. But instead, Pete just raised his voice a bit, said something about me making everyone else look stupid, I should be fired, three months probation, find more hours at my other job, blah blah blah. I was suprised by how reasonable he was being. But then again, I was thinking about UFO's.
The other manager told me that the only reason I didn't get fired was because he got into some screaming match with Pete over the phone. Strange. I find myself losing anything I pretended was motivation, and then people actually vouch for me and defend my spazzy ass. So I still have a job, but fewer hours.
I've never held any job where someone would stand up for me like that. Usually I just recieve that "Well-you-did-this-to-yourself-so-have-fun-dealing-with-it-you-big-dumbass" look instead.
So now I have to stop complaining and get another side job, like I said I was going to do last month. I hate working in the winter. I should be hibernating right now.
I'm not very articulate today. Perhaps my caffeine levels are getting dangerously low.
I was on the bus, heading to the bank, still in St. Paul, when Jim from Galactic called to ask where I was. Oh balls, I was supposed to start at four, but the scedule in my notebook said five. Oh balls. So I called a cab and hopped on the bus, working out some longwinded, high drama bitch rant to go into for when I was handed my firing sentence. But instead, Pete just raised his voice a bit, said something about me making everyone else look stupid, I should be fired, three months probation, find more hours at my other job, blah blah blah. I was suprised by how reasonable he was being. But then again, I was thinking about UFO's.
The other manager told me that the only reason I didn't get fired was because he got into some screaming match with Pete over the phone. Strange. I find myself losing anything I pretended was motivation, and then people actually vouch for me and defend my spazzy ass. So I still have a job, but fewer hours.
I've never held any job where someone would stand up for me like that. Usually I just recieve that "Well-you-did-this-to-yourself-so-have-fun-dealing-with-it-you-big-dumbass" look instead.
So now I have to stop complaining and get another side job, like I said I was going to do last month. I hate working in the winter. I should be hibernating right now.
I'm not very articulate today. Perhaps my caffeine levels are getting dangerously low.