I fell like a walking talking piece of crap. It happened again for the fourth time in my life. In the past three years. Fuck.
I was fucking fired.
From another fucking job.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the fuck? What is my fucking problem? I'm so pissed and sad and hurt. Now all I can do is cry to the heavens about how un-fucking-fair life can be sometimes. I can tell you that what actually got me fired was so dumb and unfair that I can't even talk about it.
My response to being fired is running away. Since I can't think of looking for another job anytime soon and school starts next week I can only run away for three days and two nights. I've booked a hotel room in San Diego and plan on walking along the beach and visiting The Whaley House, a crazy haunted house. I also plan on sitting in my room and crying a bit. And eating. Lovely, lovely eating.
And DRINKING! Lovely, lovely drinking.
Fuck.