Today started as every week day does, or did, until today.
- 7:30 first alarm
- 7:45 second alarm
- 8:30 third alarm
- 8:50 get out of bed
- 8:55 get in the shower
- 9:05 get out of shower
- 9:06 find the least dirty thing on the floor
- 9:10 smear on some mascara
- 9:12 curse my job by saying “off to another day of sarcastic remarks and name calling! I fucking hate my job at that fucking place”
- 9:36 arrive at said fucking place
The rest of the morning was spent receiving sarcastic emails, being told to fix problems that I didnt create (after being told explicitly not to perform things that would create said problems) and dreading the moment that He came in.
I am not interested in a bitch-fest. If you are dying to know the ins and outs of my (old) day job, the admission to that shit show is a $15 bar tab.
The beacon of hope in my day is when my only good friend in a 100 mile radius asks me to lunch. Today was Chick Fil A. Probably the best $6.58 i have spent in a long time (chargrilled chicken sandwich and a diet coke, thank you). While we were finishing we felt what we thought was a large truck outside with its engine running. then it felt like a huge plane above. then it felt like an earthquake.
At the exact time the earth was having a seizure, I was receiving my walking papers via email (yes, i was “let go” via email). I got the news on my iPhone in the car on the way back to “that fucking place”.
I can’t call my mother – which is exactly what I do whenever anything monumental happens (a canine bowel movement that is remarkable or you know, an earthquake in Northern Virginia) – the cell service was completely done. So what do i do? I tweet! The next best thing to my mother is twitter.
The rest of the day is full of tension and job applications. I left promptly at 4:46. I didn’t say goodbye or cry or anything else that people should do when they lose their jobs. I simply walked out and didn’t look back.
My world was literally rocked today. Literally and metaphorically and I liked it.