I got laid
Off. And it sucks. And even though I hated this job and some of the people, it was a job. Yes, a dead end job that offered no growth but a job nonetheless. And I lost it like the cliche that I am. I did the whole ugly face crying and swearing while my coworker walked me out of the building. Worst part is, my last day is not until December 6 so I have to go back in and face these people for another month. Is this some sort of special hell for all of the trash talking/slacking/internet abuse I've done in the last 2.5 years? I guess I wanted to go out on my own terms, you know? Double middle fingers blazin with my bag full of office supplies. I guess I can sorta still do that but it's not as satisfying.
My heart and gut say, "Go west." I don't want to start over here. If I did, I'd have to hang around for another 2 years and what's the point in that? This is the kick in the ass I was waiting for, right? This is the time. I don't have anything or anyone tying me down here after all. Unrequited feelings don't count.
Nothing's set in stone. I don't know where to even start, though. There's so much to do and yes, so much to say.
My heart and gut say, "Go west." I don't want to start over here. If I did, I'd have to hang around for another 2 years and what's the point in that? This is the kick in the ass I was waiting for, right? This is the time. I don't have anything or anyone tying me down here after all. Unrequited feelings don't count.
Nothing's set in stone. I don't know where to even start, though. There's so much to do and yes, so much to say.