ungrateful so and sos...
i got fired. yes, that's right. "terminated" was actually the phrase that my boss used. like a bug. now, granted... i hated my job. HATED it. but i would have preferred to go out on my own terms, you know? kind of an "i don't need you" instead of a "you don't need me." but the stupid thing is, they DO need me. i don't think they realize how much they need me. my co-worker (not jen, the other one) is a great girl and i love her to death, but she doesn't function well without me. now it's just going to be her on saturdays doing the intakes, checking group rolls, letting people know about the money they owe, and having to deal with heidi and franni BOTH calling out and no one left to do the dv workshop. HA! how do you like THEM apples, randy? HUH??
not that i'm bitter. (oh wait... yes i am.) they can have a good time floundering about without me. i only feel sorry for kim and jen. the rest of them can bite me. with relish.
i'm going through phases as to how i'm feeling. jen referred to them as the stages of grief, but i hesitate to admit that i'm grieving over a job that was sapping away my will to live. it's back to the idea that they don't need me. i feel like a big giant worthless piece of poo. i also feel guilty for having left kim and jen there alone. and angry. and less then hopeful about my future. and then i'm just generally okay with it. i went back to Borders with my tail tucked between my legs and begged for seasonal work. i have an interview today. the chances of me getting the job are fairly good, since 1) i already worked there and 2) laurie is doing the hiring and i've read her palm-- so i'm fairly sure she'll fear some sort of voodoo curse if she doesn't hire me. not that i'm into voodoo. cough.
last night i consoled myself by building a nest out of pillows and blankets and watching sliding doors. i swear, that movie should be handed out as a prescription to solve all a woman's woes. it works for me, anyway.
i've ruthlessly promoted my dear friend colby stead ( http://colbystead.com ) many times already, but here's another one: i e-mailed colby about my job sittuation. he, being the gem he is, e-mailed me back. "i can only imagine how expendable you must feel. brenda, you are far from expendable. be it an email, a donation, a request, a sunburn....or just your smiling face, you are always noticed and loved. entirely." dah. let's prescribe colby along with sliding doors. he has a show saturday night. please look at his website (under "shows") for more information. please, PLEASE come support this guy. i swear... you will love him.
so that's all for now. cheers.
not that i'm bitter. (oh wait... yes i am.) they can have a good time floundering about without me. i only feel sorry for kim and jen. the rest of them can bite me. with relish.
i'm going through phases as to how i'm feeling. jen referred to them as the stages of grief, but i hesitate to admit that i'm grieving over a job that was sapping away my will to live. it's back to the idea that they don't need me. i feel like a big giant worthless piece of poo. i also feel guilty for having left kim and jen there alone. and angry. and less then hopeful about my future. and then i'm just generally okay with it. i went back to Borders with my tail tucked between my legs and begged for seasonal work. i have an interview today. the chances of me getting the job are fairly good, since 1) i already worked there and 2) laurie is doing the hiring and i've read her palm-- so i'm fairly sure she'll fear some sort of voodoo curse if she doesn't hire me. not that i'm into voodoo. cough.
last night i consoled myself by building a nest out of pillows and blankets and watching sliding doors. i swear, that movie should be handed out as a prescription to solve all a woman's woes. it works for me, anyway.
i've ruthlessly promoted my dear friend colby stead ( http://colbystead.com ) many times already, but here's another one: i e-mailed colby about my job sittuation. he, being the gem he is, e-mailed me back. "i can only imagine how expendable you must feel. brenda, you are far from expendable. be it an email, a donation, a request, a sunburn....or just your smiling face, you are always noticed and loved. entirely." dah. let's prescribe colby along with sliding doors. he has a show saturday night. please look at his website (under "shows") for more information. please, PLEASE come support this guy. i swear... you will love him.
so that's all for now. cheers.
posted by Brenda at 8:12 AM
5 Comments:
You informed me about the about the ax job, but you just dropped a note and disappeared, ninny. To what extent may someone as verbose as me help you if I don't have at least a good hour to ransack your personal history and pounce on any personal nemeses?
I can only say, "Kudos!" for being a contributing portion of the workforce. I, however, choose to sap it . . . like a freakish mosquitotang. (For those of you at home it's an orangutang/mosquito hybrid.) I don't think you're poo. But then, you know how I despise those derisive labels, anyway. (Only I, Lord of Self-Deprecation, am authorized to use said epithets of contempt. So let it be written; so let it be done.) You're one of the world's precious gems and to heck w/ whoever says otherwise. Whose opinion matters here? In my usual obnoxious manner I would say mine, and no one else's, but frankly, m'dear, it's yours that counts. And so far you've done little but give in to those naysaying voices in your head. I know you're a tender bud, but put on some thorns and lay your everlovin' thang down, girlfriend!
'Nuff said!
Always,
BIG T
*sniffle* thank you.
i'm a gem. :)
as if I needed to spell it out . . . :P
I'm so sorry they fired you, baby girl... but you know what? EFF THEM, I say. (Don't really do it, though, because then it would make your workplace awkward for Jen. She'd be the girl whose sister slept with her bosses, and really, who needs THAT at a time like this?)
And I agree wholeheartedly with Colby. Isn't it nice to know there are genuine people like him around? :D
Hey. I miss you. And I have like... all this time and nothing to do in it. So maybe there's this thing called a phone, and maybe... you could pick it up and call me and we could, like, talk.
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