Monday, April 20, 2009
Happy Birthday to Me!
I will be 26 in exactly one week and I just received the most fabulous news - I will be joining the millions of other Americans - in the unemployment FUCKING line. YAAAY!
FUCK. SHIT. ASS. BITCH. MOTHERFUCKING WHORES!
I was just trall-la-la-ing about my day when I was called into the office maybe an hour ago and given the "we're just not doing very well and we can't afford your position anymore" speech out of the blue. I sat there and listened, got up and left the office, sat silently and gathered my things while people tried to "explain" and left without even screaming "FUCK YOU!" or firebombing the building. I'd say it was a fairly successful first lay off.
I had a perfectly good job six months ago - stressful and crappy paying, but still sustainable job - that I left voluntarily for these fucking assholes and now I'm completely fucked. Why in the fuck did they even hire me in the first place? How many times can I use the word 'fuck' in one paragraph?
Then I went straight to my parents' house where I wailed lots of 'fucks' and 'goddammits' at my comforting mother.
Is it bad that I can't stop crying? I'm such a pansy.
Tonight, Jameson Irish Whiskey is my friend. Tomorrow, my finances, Career Builder, the unemployment office and my resume will hopefully be my friend too, but they'll probably fuck me as well. FUCK.