| Demise |
[07 Jun 2003|06:25pm] |
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mood |
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 irritated |
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music |
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"Back to the Earth" by Rusted Root |
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I feel so valued and important. My job ended with 30 minutes notice. Sans balls, my boss got his assistant to dismiss me. I left without a word. Any word said would've been very choice if uttered. But I feel like I can sit down now. A good sit after 6 weeks of standing hell.
Being a temp has such quirks. I knew they let me go because I didn't fit in. No, I don't fit in w/stupid people. I wish there was a better way to put that; but experience after happening has just been that. I don't fit in w/stupid people. We all know the ratios too.
Ah well. I knew they thought me funny when they were milling around discussing beer, blackouts and par-taying. They asked me if I indulged in such. My uninterested, odd peg reply to this sealed my demise. When I discussed my interests , they stared in silence then slowly cornered me out of their little chat.
Maybe I'm bitter over my pink slip, but dammit, it's always been this way.
Crapheads.
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