I am no longer employed.
I was fired yesterday from my job of almost three years.
No apologies please. This isn't a bad thing.
As I hate talking about actual feelings or any of that shit, I will keep it short and sweet and say, your job is your bitch.
You know how sometimes you are in a crappy relationship, but you don't want to dump the bitch because you, don't want to sleep alone, you have a kid, she gives great head? So you cheat on her and she finds out, and she dumps you. Well, it's kind of like that. Sometimes, it is easier to take actions to make decisions for you.
Being fired doesn't seem so bad. I slept all day, took some pills out of an amber bottle that had my name on it and avoided answering my new phone that meowed like a cat in heat. I finally broke from this haze long enough to.... well nothing. I ate some cheese. Granted this was the first morning, and things will end when...oh like six months when those benefits run out!
So I am going on unemployment. I am okay with bills, I am not going to starve and the weather is getting warmer. I was even thinking about going on a trip to help me decide what to do next.
Updates I have not shared with you previously.
I know, I promised I would update more.
You should click THIS drop me a line, tell me how you think things are going. You know it's far from done, but it is started, so stop annoying me with those questions everytime we speak, and you know who you are!
One of my new years resolutions is I have stopped this.
I was alerted to THIS by my friend and former co-worker Declan FitzdrunkIrishman. Sorry, I didn't steal it. I attribute it to the collective conciousness, or they copied me, I said it would happen!
The bruises are healing nicely. Oh, wait, no, I mean my teeth. I had the third of six dental surgeries on Monday. I won't detail the intricacies of this years dental adventures, but suffice it to say, I have been a regular at a periodontist. It sounds worse and grosser than it actually is, although nobody wants to see my stitches anymore.
Remember those posts from June, about the ex? I posted e-mails that he had sent me. Well here is another one I recieved on December 11. Reprinted once again without corrections.

Subject : someone from the past you may or may not want to hear from!
Hi Jessie,

     it's been such a long time and i am not sure
whether this was a good idea or not. but it was
something i had to do but more so wanted to do or had
to do because i wanted to do it so. i have started
many letters to you in the resent past and before that
have thought of you often. the letters are filled with
more deletions, cross-outs and mistakes than there are
actually words, let alone ones that make up a coherent
sentence. so i figured it would be best to write you
this short e-mail without stopping to think to much
and ask you if it would be alright to write to you. my
biggest problem is knowing were to start.

regardless of your answer i hope your life is
wonderful, happy, and fulfilled.

how to end this i'm not quit sure so good by,

*spelling bee champ

*okay, I admit, that's not really how he signed it.
I am not really sure what is up with the exclamation point after "someone from the past you may or may not want to hear from!" Am I supposed to be excited by this? Is he yelling? I assume, since he appears to not know what the shift key does, that it must be a really loud whisper.
This came up again, when a friend of a friend mentioned that he had moved to the same city in which she lives. She had never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance.
On Friday night she finally did. He approached her and discussed my dislike for hiim, "I can tell by the look on your face that she still hates me," was the main quote I garnered.
No, I don't hate you, but I got to know you better than you know yourself, and I don't want to know you anymore.
Oh well, I think I am going to sleep now.
Since I am probably going to be even more anti-social from now on, send me some love.

Posted 3:29 AM by J.Ro