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3:37 a.m. on 2002-03-10 In a jiff...getting fired this time was not as fun as last time...I will get unemployment which ironically pays MORE than Eastern Connection did. Go figure that shit! Here's what happened: I got into work at the normal time and things, not work, but time, was just dragging. I can't explain it...but people who have gotten a surprise firing will know what I'm talking about. There's almost a premonition that your firing is coming, even though you have no real indication. "Call Tony" the dickhead supervisor says. No real cause for alarm here. I call Tony who says, "I got some bad news buddy...I'm gonna haveta let ya go..." followed by silence...then me, "And..." After which Tony goes into 20 minutes of the most ill-prepared speech about "I hope this won't affect out friendship..." and "this is your fault." Well, it actually was my fault, but those who've read my diary in the past know exactly why I wasn't rushing to get to work on time. And Tony did shit to help my problem, he just closed his eyes and let it go. As for us being "friends" well that was just laughable. I knew Tony from way back in my Goldman Sachs days and he spun EC to me as the holy fucking dream job...hardly. My old "friend" never told me I'd be working alongside nepotism central with the biggest cadre of losers-losers with serious issues no less. I thought of terrible things I could say to Tony to deflate him, but he'll find out sooner or later in life. A huge burden has been lifted here, a spectre from the past has gone off into the night. Tony was the last link to Goldman Sachs, even though he never achieved the level of Grand Asshole that my Goldman bosses did. Are some things in life meant to be? Looking back on my last year, I got kicked out of my college radio station (which was, in retrospect, the most counterproductive waste of time), my former best friend (a Goldman gal no less) decided not talking to me would be cool and now this. Yes, this is now where I want to be, oddly enough. I've had more fun having Mike and Jeff come over to watch wrestling or just bullshit. I still maintain my friendship with Justin...I've made some awesome friends through diaryland and other locales of net madness. So I'm making out okay here. in the slammer - up for parole CLIX |
