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See, when nothing's bothering me, I never write here.
I just wrote the worst paper ever. Complete bullshit. But I have something to turn in, I can get my passing grade (though if I tried I could do better) and I can move on to relaxing and enjoying my weekend. Well, enjoying my weekend. I don't know how much sleep I'm going to get.
My friend just got fired from work today. He hasn't shown up in a while, which is bad luck because it seems like the boss of his supervisor was stressed out anyways and looking to cut down costs so...out he goes. She just said "Where's your friend? Is he on summer vacation? Well he doesn't need to come in anymore". That quick. The supervisor was trying to push it on to me to tell Scott, but...it's the supervisor's job and I don't really have anything I could say. Maybe he was looking to quit or get fired? But quitting would be better. It's going to fuck him in the ass later to have to explain that he got let go.
But I guess it's not my place to worry is it?
It's funny, I was watching the second episode of scrubs, where the doc is telling the intern to not be so concerned about saving a person's life. You treat what they come in for, and then you let them go. When they come in, you'll just treat them again. You can't control what people do. Or something like that. Simple concept, which I've been getting drilled in to me.
So I can't control what Scott does in his life that screws him over. Slacking off at school, at work, whatever. We've already tried more than we have to, but it's his life. We can just help him when he falls, until finally there's no one left to lift him up. Then he's on his own, but it's his life. That is life.
Now, on to a weekend of non-reality. It's like disneyworld, only in san jose, CA and with a crappier animation than what I usually prefer. I should go pack.
I just wrote the worst paper ever. Complete bullshit. But I have something to turn in, I can get my passing grade (though if I tried I could do better) and I can move on to relaxing and enjoying my weekend. Well, enjoying my weekend. I don't know how much sleep I'm going to get.
My friend just got fired from work today. He hasn't shown up in a while, which is bad luck because it seems like the boss of his supervisor was stressed out anyways and looking to cut down costs so...out he goes. She just said "Where's your friend? Is he on summer vacation? Well he doesn't need to come in anymore". That quick. The supervisor was trying to push it on to me to tell Scott, but...it's the supervisor's job and I don't really have anything I could say. Maybe he was looking to quit or get fired? But quitting would be better. It's going to fuck him in the ass later to have to explain that he got let go.
But I guess it's not my place to worry is it?
It's funny, I was watching the second episode of scrubs, where the doc is telling the intern to not be so concerned about saving a person's life. You treat what they come in for, and then you let them go. When they come in, you'll just treat them again. You can't control what people do. Or something like that. Simple concept, which I've been getting drilled in to me.
So I can't control what Scott does in his life that screws him over. Slacking off at school, at work, whatever. We've already tried more than we have to, but it's his life. We can just help him when he falls, until finally there's no one left to lift him up. Then he's on his own, but it's his life. That is life.
Now, on to a weekend of non-reality. It's like disneyworld, only in san jose, CA and with a crappier animation than what I usually prefer. I should go pack.