Dead Woman Walking.
Giving notice at a job tends to turn one into sort of a liminal figure: neither part of this world or the next, regarded with suspicion, envy and a certain amount of reverence.
Today's my last day on the job. I hear they've already hired someone else. I can't help hoping that everyone with an ounce of intelligence quits and the company totally fucking goes under. Fuck them.
God, I need a new job. Soon.
Today's my last day on the job. I hear they've already hired someone else. I can't help hoping that everyone with an ounce of intelligence quits and the company totally fucking goes under. Fuck them.
God, I need a new job. Soon.