So Long and F*ck You

This next part takes place before the end of the last post...

Once upon a time I used to work for a restaurant. It wasn't really a restaurant so much as a snack stop on the way to better times and activities. You know...that...sort of thing. Cause that's not vague, right?

I was the store manager there too...which meant shitty pay for a lot of headache. I thought I did a decent enough effort at my job but my bosses did not think that. In the beginning, we worked together to get the place I worked at in great condition. But over time, we stopped seeing eye to eye. I could go on and on about perceived insults by them and how they might have seen me...but there's no real point.

Essentially, early that June, they fired me.

My boss seemed to treat me like an idiot at times. But I prefer to believe they acted in a way that they thought best suited there interests. So they sent a text asking for me to give them the key so they could make copies of it.

Seems like a plausible thing to request. But I knew my boss well enough and had a spot on accurate read of the situation. So I replied asking if I should leave the rest of the store's gear behind as well. It was at that point that my boss decided to call me.

To this day I have no idea what she said. When I go into shock, I generally tune everything out around me. I get a sort of tunnel vision where I focus on the immediate situation. My brain sort of functions in a What do I need to do next? It makes for me being deliberately and quickly effective. So my boss babbled on and on in my ear about what I can only assume was lame-ass excuses for why they were firing me and justifications for those reasons. All I heard in my head was Sign out. Head out the door. Don't think about the next step.

I was hurt at this point. I had poured my heart into that job. I made sure I was available at all hours when the store was open so that I could answer any question one of my co-workers had. Often they would interrupt boyfriend time, much to the vexation of he and me! Ha ha!!! I made sure that all reports were filed on time, phones were answered, inventory was checked regularly, things were ordered, and so on. I made sure to help customers and make sure things were safe and fun for everyone involved.

That's how I felt about it. But somehow, I failed in my job according to the boss(es).

This next part was one of the few good things that happened that summer in a long-term way. The boyfriend and I drove that night over to this other place so that I could interview for a maintenance position with decent hours and a decent wage. I was getting burned out at this other job and knew that I was going to be fired soon. It was pure coincidence that the day I got fired was the same day I was going in for an interview. It was also pure coincidence that two hours after I was fired that I was hired at a new place.

It should also be noted that the day before I was evicted from where I was living, at the end of that same month, I got the confirmation to start work at the new place.

That's basically how that happened. So by the end of June I had been fired from my job (and thankfully had a new job) and was evicted from the place I was living at. Summer was already going great! Eh...