I suck. I suck at life. I suck at everything.
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.
posted by Debbye @ 10:54 PM
1 Comments:
Sorry to hear that, Debster. But know what will cheer you up--a Tom Leykis quote!
"Everytime I've been fired, it's turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me."
I know it's cliche to say, but it's probably not as bad as you think it is. That being said, have fun in SD.
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