Try to make some Money then you die.

Okay here's what happened. At 6:30 AM, My supervisor pulled me into an office to tell me that HR was the last link in my chain of indignity that was slowly choking me to death (I'm using my own words.) I go to my desk, clock in and just wait. As I wait I decide to clean out my desk to throw out anything incriminating. My co-worker says that she needs to do that to soon. I said that it would be a good idea. Then I go on my break at 8:30 AM (yes TWO hours after I started.)
When I come back my supervisor pulled me back into an office and basically told me that I was terminated because I missed too many days of work (I was on formal and thought I had some time off but I didn't.) At that point I just wanted to get to my car so I could cry, good and proper. My supervisor walked my down to the front door, told me what to expect in my last paycheck, gave me a hug and left me to walk to my car.
Driving home I felt so dumb for crying over a job I hated so I started laughing really loud. I must have been a sight, driving down the 101 freeway laughing and crying like the crazies I encounter in Hollywood. All I wanted at that point was to take my pants off, get into bed and watch afternoon TV. So I did.

That is the story of the day I was fired from Wells Fargo Bank. Thank You.