In the morning i would wake up and love even putting makeup on to get ready for work. I love everything in relation to go and being at work. I loved it.
I still love it
It was April.12 of 2004 when i got the job. Six days before 420. After the first week i was sure that i was not going to make it out of training. When i finished training i said three months and i would be fired.
A year later, not just an approximate year but exactly to the day almost down to the hour, one year later from my date of hire they fired me.
Alot of things led up to this point, all of them could have been prevented by me but i thought i would be able to get through it because i had been given so many chances before.
Its been maybe three days.
Wait today would be four days since i have been fired.
I would do anything to get another job there. I am not the type of person to go to work eveyday when i hate the job.
I have walked away from so many high wadge opportunities, because of something as simple as one person with a little more authority then me and the fact that i didnt like the thought of them holding my job over ny head in the future.
At Stream i had a supervisor that knew on my lunches when he saw me walk out of the building i was going to get high. He was the first guiy to have faith in mu ability to do anything productive.
When he fired me to hear him say " I had a meeting with my supervisor about this and it came down to the fact that if we let you stay, two or three months down the road are we going to be in the same situation?.. so they let me make the desicion, im sorry but i have to let you go"
I have never cried for so long and not been faking it.
I would give anything in the world to go back there and work.
When they walked me out of the building and took my badge from me, all i remember is looking outside and everything looked black and white. There is a spot about five minutes walking from the employee entrance that everyone smokes weed at, its about as pretty as it gets for a spot that has been destoyed by the city. There is a creek running through it with a ledge that you can sit on and look down at the water streaming by, your legs hanging down. i must have sat there for two hours crying.
I hope no one reads these entries. this is just for me to bitch because i am actually really hurt by it.
All my friends work there.
Fuck, my best friend just got promoted to the job that i was working so hard for.
They havent even given me my record of employment yet.
I still love it
It was April.12 of 2004 when i got the job. Six days before 420. After the first week i was sure that i was not going to make it out of training. When i finished training i said three months and i would be fired.
A year later, not just an approximate year but exactly to the day almost down to the hour, one year later from my date of hire they fired me.
Alot of things led up to this point, all of them could have been prevented by me but i thought i would be able to get through it because i had been given so many chances before.
Its been maybe three days.
Wait today would be four days since i have been fired.
I would do anything to get another job there. I am not the type of person to go to work eveyday when i hate the job.
I have walked away from so many high wadge opportunities, because of something as simple as one person with a little more authority then me and the fact that i didnt like the thought of them holding my job over ny head in the future.
At Stream i had a supervisor that knew on my lunches when he saw me walk out of the building i was going to get high. He was the first guiy to have faith in mu ability to do anything productive.
When he fired me to hear him say " I had a meeting with my supervisor about this and it came down to the fact that if we let you stay, two or three months down the road are we going to be in the same situation?.. so they let me make the desicion, im sorry but i have to let you go"
I have never cried for so long and not been faking it.
I would give anything in the world to go back there and work.
When they walked me out of the building and took my badge from me, all i remember is looking outside and everything looked black and white. There is a spot about five minutes walking from the employee entrance that everyone smokes weed at, its about as pretty as it gets for a spot that has been destoyed by the city. There is a creek running through it with a ledge that you can sit on and look down at the water streaming by, your legs hanging down. i must have sat there for two hours crying.
I hope no one reads these entries. this is just for me to bitch because i am actually really hurt by it.
All my friends work there.
Fuck, my best friend just got promoted to the job that i was working so hard for.
They havent even given me my record of employment yet.