I got fired from my job last night. It was my fault, I’m not happy about it, and I made a huge mistake doing what I did and it makes me feel real shitty. My boss was also kind of a douche and I’m pretty sure I would have hated working for him long term.
At least this time we’re not totally fucked for money. Britt just started her new job today, and looking at the job market today I’m fairly confident that I at least have a decent chance in landing another job.
I already have an interview for another job. I’m not particularly sure that I’m a good candidate, but I’ll try my best and make myself seem like I am a good candidate, and who knows, maybe I’ll get it.
If not, then I’ll keep trying. I am not giving up. I have no choice but to keep going, forever and ever and ever it seems. One day I will look back and see this time in my life as the time when I was actually learning from my mistakes. At least I hope so.
Because otherwise there really is no point to any of this, and I might as well just become a drunken bum now.
i got fired from my “dream” job. they wouldn’t tell me why.
my life continues to be one long job search with some struggle for shelter and food thrown in there for good measure.
i took two days to feel bad about myself and my lot in life, and now here i am again. ready for the endless hoop-jumping and self-selling. i’ll fucking do it.
i might not end up with my dream job, or a new car, but i’m sure as hell not giving up on being a productive member of society.
i am determined, now, to not take this as a sign of certain impending doom and just go back to what i know— directly introducing chemicals into my bloodstream to solve all my problems.
go me?
