you hated your freedom and envied the slaves...
so, I might have lost my job. It was a simple mistake, but I did things all wrong. It's funny. You bust your ass for two years, have an almost perfectly clean record, and bam! One mistake. One.
I'm suspended for the rest of the week. I find out if I'm terminated on Friday. I'm taking my mother fucking Coffee Master apron with me. I busted my ass for that, and didn't get paid for any of the hours I worked on it.
I cried a lot yesterday. It's not that I'm scared about what's going to happen. I know I can easily get another job, and quickly. Probably a far less stressful one. It's just that this was what I wanted to do. It was my career choice, and I thought I was lucky to hit it right off the bat. I like all of the benefits I had, and the job security. I honestly thought there wasn't a way I could fuck up. Certainly not like this.
Now, I realize that this is probably a very good thing. I've been wasting my brain, wasting any talent I had and squandering it on a place that had effectively made me feel (for a while) that I was an imcompetent fool. If I do get fired, I will miss every one of my coworkers. I truly felt like I had another family there, in some people.
Bleh. At least I don't have to worry about not being able to really hang out for Josh's birthday and Thirsty Thursday...and I have the whole weekend off. And if I do get separated from the company, I have at least 40 hours in vacation time that they have to pay out, and $1500 in stock I can sell upon departure.
I'm gonna go get my mind off of things. Go swim in Miller's pool, and soak up the sun. Everything's going to be fine.
I'm suspended for the rest of the week. I find out if I'm terminated on Friday. I'm taking my mother fucking Coffee Master apron with me. I busted my ass for that, and didn't get paid for any of the hours I worked on it.
I cried a lot yesterday. It's not that I'm scared about what's going to happen. I know I can easily get another job, and quickly. Probably a far less stressful one. It's just that this was what I wanted to do. It was my career choice, and I thought I was lucky to hit it right off the bat. I like all of the benefits I had, and the job security. I honestly thought there wasn't a way I could fuck up. Certainly not like this.
Now, I realize that this is probably a very good thing. I've been wasting my brain, wasting any talent I had and squandering it on a place that had effectively made me feel (for a while) that I was an imcompetent fool. If I do get fired, I will miss every one of my coworkers. I truly felt like I had another family there, in some people.
Bleh. At least I don't have to worry about not being able to really hang out for Josh's birthday and Thirsty Thursday...and I have the whole weekend off. And if I do get separated from the company, I have at least 40 hours in vacation time that they have to pay out, and $1500 in stock I can sell upon departure.
I'm gonna go get my mind off of things. Go swim in Miller's pool, and soak up the sun. Everything's going to be fine.