I had today off from work. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And, well, I got fired yesterday. It’s a long detailed story that involves my (imaginary) incompetence, a poor excuse for a man that was clearly gunning for me since he started, ridiculous standards I was being held accountable for, and the demise of 4.5 years of employment. I might share the details some other time.
I’m being paid through Monday, plus I still have two commission checks coming. Unemployment checks will start coming in in a couple of weeks, too. Maybe I should be acting a little more concerned than I am, but I’ve been here before, and it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’d been sick to my stomach working under the above mentioned poor excuse for a man since July, and my friends had commented on how much angrier I’d been since he started. It just wasn’t fun anymore.
Sure, I would have liked to quit on my terms, but I never would have done it. I would have just stayed there being angry and developing an ulcer. The kick out the door was probably what I needed.
Tonight, I’m mooching free beer off my friends, because GUYS, I DON’T HAVE A JOB, I CAN’T PAY FOR THIS.
I got fired on 10/11/07. Remember what happened on 10/11/06? I nearly totaled my car and ended up with whiplash and am still going to the chiropractor once a month. (Which will probably have to stop now, since, well, no job = no insurance!) OCTOBER 11TH IS NOT MY FAVORITE DAY.