Shame

Ok, I think I've avoided blogging about this for long enough.

I put in my two weeks notice at work. Not because I wanted to. Because I was given the option of either quit or get fired.

Over Facebook.

I made a group that ambiguously makes fun of a couple customers. And because Starbucks is corporate and controlling, I got put on final written notice for it (even though it was only my second write up ever). Then after some yelling and much crying on my end, I was handed the choice to either quit, get a good reference, and know it's coming, or be on eggshells and be surprised. I chose to quit.

I don't have anything lined up yet. I saw that Alterra is hiring, and to be honest, I think I'd fit in much better.

I'm just feeling a lot of shame because of all this. I don't like having to admit that I essentially got fired. Over something stupid on Facebook.

And on top of that The Boy is being...well he's being a complete and total a-hole but that really isn't too far out of the norm. I'm kind of done with that. I'd like to be able to just up and go, but I'm stuck here, at least until I can find a job/place to live. So right now I'm fantasizing about how I'm going to get a nice paying job, find an apartment on the Eastside, and fill it with IKEA furniture. And no, The Boy isn't a frequent visitor in this fantasy. I don't know what to think about that anymore though. And I'm not going to go into it in this blog post, because I know nobody really wants to hear (read) about it.

C'mon life. It would be really, really great if you would quit shitting on me just long enough for me to at least get up off the ground. But I guess it's no fun kicking a girl when she's standing.