I AM SEX.
No, seriously, someone discovered my MySpace profile by entering "sex" into the search field. How f#cking uber is that?So, to add to all the crap-tastic events of this year (car troubles, getting dumped near my birthday, not having as much dinero as I need), I got fired from my job Monday because of my tardiness, and the fact that I called out a bunch in April, when my stomach tried to kill me.
I cannot control traffic, nor can I just magically whisk myself to work. If I could, there'd be no problem. HOWEVER! the 5 freeway has been the bane of my existence in the last few months. It always mucks up the 22 and the 55, the two freeways I use to get to work (because there is no way in Holy Terra that I am using the 405 at 7:30 in the morning). What they should do is place notifications on the road signs, the "Interstate 5 N/S Right 2 Lanes" signs, and move them about two miles down the freeway, so that people merge to get into said lanes sooner, which leaves the mid left and far left lanes open for the folks (such as your brooding hero here) who need to continue on the 22 to the 55 can do so mostly unimpeded.
I understand that yes, it could be considered my fault, for the most part, for not leaving my house early enough to get to work.
Alas, such is not the case, and due to such, despite the fact that I leave for work an hour before I need to be there, I still ended up being late. I only drive 12 miles to get there, yet I somehow ended up being late quite a few times. (For the most part though, I would always get there just before I needed to be there.) Coupled with the times I called out when my stomach was trying to rip itself from my abdomen, and yeah, I admit, totally not perfect. However, if I had gotten paid more, like I asked my boss, so that I could actually afford health insurance, then I could go get my stomach looked at, and most likely fixed with little to no effort.
My stomach says "F#CK YOU" to everyone in the audience. Congratulations, you are loved. I want to actually wake up without Montezuma's Revenge and horrible, debilitating stomach aches. Gross, grtthnx.
Well, tomorrow I'll be heading out to various places around my house (ie, Home Depot, Best Buy, etc) to put in applications and try and get a new job. Hopefully I can get paid more for driving less.
There go my dreams of being able to go back to school sometime soon as well. Bollocks.
By 11am the next morning I had already filled out applications to Home Depot, Lowes, and Petco. Yes, Petco. The one near my house (which means I could ride a bike to work and lose some more weight) is hiring Team Leads and Companion Animal Specialists, both of which were my previous positions.
I believe I will also apply for Best Buy, and possibly, should the Lord decide that I should be taken down the farthest bowels of hell for this one, Wal-Mart.
Don't worry folks, the Dom-Train is not Amtrak! I may be delayed, but not derailed-and-then-exploded-into-millions-of-tiny-pieces.
I have an intervie with Petco tomorrow at 11am. Here's to wishing *crosses fingers*
