This Little Masochist is Lifting Up Her Dress...

Number of Job Offers In Two Weeks: 2

Number of Times Legs Shaved In Two Weeks: Twice

Number Of Times Hired In Two Weeks: Once

Price Of Work Shoes For New Job: $109.00

Number Of Times Fired In Two Weeks: Twice

Number Of Uniforms I'm Going to Piss On Before I Give Back To Shithole Up Tight Assholes Who Just Fired Me: 2

Number Of Times My Mother Had to Tell Me I'm Not A Fuck-Up: 7

Number Of Realizations About My Life I've Had In The Last Hour: 93

How Big I Feel Right Now: 4 millimeters

Mind-Crippling Fear Of Not Knowing What's Going To Happen Or What I'm Going to Do With My Life: Priceless...

Well I got let go because I wasn't the right fit. After three days these people knew I wasn't going to fit in there. I guess they know best. To me the thought of the job was better than the actual job. And as you can tell, my boss was kind of an asshole. I do agree that this job and I weren't a right fit, but fuck, I don't want to be unemployed. This is my worst fear right now and it came true. For some reason the world didn't end. I'm as shocked as you are.

I keep thinking that I'm this fuck-up and maybe I am. Maybe with this time I can take a look at my life and figure something out. So far nothing has felt right, not this job, not Wells Fargo, nothing. Maybe things shouldn't come so easy to me like they have in the past. I don't know what to think right now. I have no idea what life is going to bring which is both scary and thrilling. Of course I'll keep you posted.