so, who’s hiring?

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.


  1. Well, that certainly sucks. On the other hand, it must be somewhat of a relief to have it over, and to not have to think about working for that hole again. And now, there are bound to be stories of interviews and new jobs and new people, and that’s what really matters—interesting blog material.

  2. Suzy (another one)

    It will totally be for the best. Life is too short to be miserable 40+ hours a week at work. The next job will be perfect for you.

  3. Oh holy fuck! I really want to hurt that bastard. He’s been nothing but a jackass since he started. I’m sorry you have to deal with this shit, but I know you’ll come out with something better. It was definitely time to move on.

    If you want to be a nanny in the St. Louis area, you know who to call. You don’t mind being paid in beer, right?

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