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So, I get an e-mail from my boss today saying that he wants to meet with me right before I leave. When I go in to talk with him and the other manager of the department, they tell me that the higher-ups even higher up than them have cut back the temporary positions, which means that me and a couple of other people are losing our jobs as of next Friday.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. Thanks for playing. Enjoy the consolation toaster.
I didn't even do anything wrong!!! See what happens when you do your best? You get crapped on. So much for that "six-month-to-a-year commitment." June to September is three months, not six, morons.
Wasn't this where I was was three months ago? No job, having to find one and navigate the hell of job hunting and just being pissed off about it. I do have some money saved up, but with rent and utilities and a car payment (that I thankfully paid a little bit ahead), who knows how long it'll last? And now I'm back to searching for jobs on Monster and BS-ing my way to a job that I'll probably lose in a few months anyway because they're done with me. Why am I out here doing this anyway? I could be home working for my dad either on the ranch or in the real estate company. But noooo.... I have to have a retarded social life. Which doesn't exist anyway.
I don't want to do this anymore. Can I just go home?
Yeah, that's pretty much it. Thanks for playing. Enjoy the consolation toaster.
I didn't even do anything wrong!!! See what happens when you do your best? You get crapped on. So much for that "six-month-to-a-year commitment." June to September is three months, not six, morons.
Wasn't this where I was was three months ago? No job, having to find one and navigate the hell of job hunting and just being pissed off about it. I do have some money saved up, but with rent and utilities and a car payment (that I thankfully paid a little bit ahead), who knows how long it'll last? And now I'm back to searching for jobs on Monster and BS-ing my way to a job that I'll probably lose in a few months anyway because they're done with me. Why am I out here doing this anyway? I could be home working for my dad either on the ranch or in the real estate company. But noooo.... I have to have a retarded social life. Which doesn't exist anyway.
I don't want to do this anymore. Can I just go home?
