Thank You For Downsizing Me
Well, I don’t have a job anymore.
I think they did me a favor. I am slowly going crazy and they weren’t helping. As long as I am getting my unemployment I couldn’t care less.
I am glad I won’t ever have to hear their voices again.
Like that annoying chic from Florida and the most unprofessional supervisor ever. I think she was 12!
Trouble is, I don’t want to look forward — it it so unknown. I’ve never felt this adrift. After the doctor visit gone wrong yesterday, Dylan told me this morning he wants to drop out of high school until his Crohn’s gets better, then get his GED and “get on with his life” as he put it. I kinda see his point. I don’t see how he can keep up with schoolwork when he sleeps 10-12 hours a day and never goes to classes. He is getting further behind every day. I am actually more worried about his health… he can’t concentrate on learning when he’s this sick.But I wanted so much more for him — friends, school, dates, the prom, maybe even a diploma. I am at a loss. On top of all that, I got a fortune cookie on Oct. 13 saying something would happen in 3 months, which is Jan. 13!! and today’s only the 11th. So that’s hangin’ over me like a black cloud. Hopefully I was off by two days….
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January 13, 2008 at 12:52 am
I can relate to this… got pushed out of my job by The Dark Master and thrust into a new life. Looking to the future can be both terrifying and exilarating, but right now it’s crap. Here’s to you because it’s going to be hard and you need good karma, not fortune cookies (because let’s be honest, you’d get a better fortune from a Zoltar machine than a cookie).
January 13, 2008 at 2:47 am
Oh I know. I jokingly call them “advice cookies” because they usually just say something like “You have happy posture” or “You are charming and carefree,” — not really a fortune. I find the coincidence to be rather depressing, though, so I’m going to be careful. I don’t want my headline to be “Fortune Cookie Correctly Predicts Disaster For Area Woman.”