My ego is bruised. And wants revenge.
I'm so angry. I'm so mad at the whole situation. As screwed as I am right now, I would have been absolutely boned if I planned to stay at Spokandy long term.
Dad asked me Monday, what I would do if romance happened in Spokane. Turns out, it wouldn't matter anyway. I kind of feel like I missed the boat on that one and there's just nothing I could do about it. Life moves on and so must I.
Last Sunday Grandma told me a story of how feisty the women in our family are. Great-Great-Great Grandma Esser raised 17 children. Most were her own, some were not. When a door-to-door salesman came to her door offering to shower her his "tings" she had no time for him and responded in her native German, "You can take your 'tings' and shove them up your ass." To which he responded in German as well, "No, I really cannot." Today, before the firings and craziness, Todd was knocking the glass cases with his knuckles. I told him he better clean his knuckle prints up. He told me that was my job and that it was job security. I laughed. At him. And said, "yeah, right...job security..." What motherfucking security? Huh?
I started cleaning out my room and packing. Got to the point where I was too tired to continue, but I couldn't clear my bed so I slept on the couch.
I'm determined to have a good day today. But I definitely hit the point of dreading work. Just got to keep my eye on the paycheck. And I have the symphony to look forward to tonight. Also, it'll be a lot of fun to be in Lewiston for three days. I get to go on lots of long walks to find a new job.
Dad asked me Monday, what I would do if romance happened in Spokane. Turns out, it wouldn't matter anyway. I kind of feel like I missed the boat on that one and there's just nothing I could do about it. Life moves on and so must I.
Last Sunday Grandma told me a story of how feisty the women in our family are. Great-Great-Great Grandma Esser raised 17 children. Most were her own, some were not. When a door-to-door salesman came to her door offering to shower her his "tings" she had no time for him and responded in her native German, "You can take your 'tings' and shove them up your ass." To which he responded in German as well, "No, I really cannot." Today, before the firings and craziness, Todd was knocking the glass cases with his knuckles. I told him he better clean his knuckle prints up. He told me that was my job and that it was job security. I laughed. At him. And said, "yeah, right...job security..." What motherfucking security? Huh?
I started cleaning out my room and packing. Got to the point where I was too tired to continue, but I couldn't clear my bed so I slept on the couch.
I'm determined to have a good day today. But I definitely hit the point of dreading work. Just got to keep my eye on the paycheck. And I have the symphony to look forward to tonight. Also, it'll be a lot of fun to be in Lewiston for three days. I get to go on lots of long walks to find a new job.