Well, that sure fuckin' lasted, didn't it?

Just got a call from Boston Pizza. It was the manager. She wanted to tell me that she didn't think it was going to work out, so she decided to let me go.

This after I finally started to feel happy for the first time in ages. This after I filled out an application form for Income Assitance saying I finally found work. This the night before I head out to do my weekend dive training.

Fuck. My. Life.