The hardest learned lesson

You wanna know what the hardest lesson to cram into any human being's head is: WE DO NOT CARE. They don't care. none of us care. But there are some of us --a whole lot actually-- that will keep trying, keep doing things, even when all seems lost, the world is a bitter, hopeless place, yadda yadda...

I got fired.

No, the terminology they used was "terminated," but frankly I think "fired" sounds better. Maybe because it's my element. I really wanted to yell at Andrew and Annie (the fire-ers) "YOU CAN'T FIRE ME, I QUIT!" and I would have, too, since I'm leaving later this summer for CSUN anyway. What pisses me off is that I didn't last that long. I'm sorry, maybe it's my ego talking, but I think I was one of the few uncorrupt people that actually DID my job, stayed enthusiastic, and tried to improve despite write-ups.

Well, at least I didn't run away!

But, I guess there's a few pros to this:
* Don't have to worry about not getting off for Fanime or a possible Disneyland trip
* Don't have to worry about not getting off for CSUN Advisement or Magic Mountain trips
* Don't have to deal with stupid, bitchy managers, OCs and other assorted trash
* Don't have to deal with stupid customers

And a few cons:
* Will miss a few people. A FEW.
* No more free movies.
* NO MORE MONEY! >_< !
* Possibly too MUCH free time on my hands
* I got "fired" so that's going to look GREAT on my resume.

I have a few, QUALITY friends. I was one of those kids that got picked on in school a lot, one of those that had people say "I have more friends than you!" and I would, desperately try to count my friends off. I never seemed to get past one hand. Well, screw that mentality. It's not quantity, it's quality. And I have a few fantastic friends that ARE nice to me when I'm depressed, that DO care when I don't show up to regular meetings, and DO GIVE A FUCK that I might be moving 500 miles away and going to college.

Siannan's one of them. I waited an hour after I got fired for her to get off, and we went to Church and Market to go to this place called -Sparky's, I think it was? A 24 hour diner, here in SF. Amazing. Great food though, even if my pancakes somehow had onions (from the hashbrowns?) on them. And Siannan fielded for the whole thing, even my vanilla malted (first time I had a malted in a long while). We talked about anything and everything, and it was great. She's nice. She understands me. And she might have just scored me a job at Abercrombie. I'm going tomorrow and seeing if I can get that.

Meanwhile, I'm glad I posted WDKY9 earlier. Oh, did I not mention that? Yeah, it's up. Joy. Hopefully the reviews will be good, and might give me an ego boost. I know that's selfish and not really the intent of writing, but I need it right now. It'd be just what the doctor ordered.

That and some serious ASS KICKING. I tell ya whose eyeball I'd like to squish between my dirty, bloody toes. And a Hattori Hanzo wouldn't be all that selective in who I'd take vengeance on! *sigh* But I'm a nice person, and while I might have very violent thoughts every once in a while, I can never go through with them. I express myself through my writing, so here I am.

Mom didn't call. Probably didn't even know I left. Won't care that I got fired other than it means I won't be able to pay my cell bills. So if you guys can avoid it, don't call me on my cell. Call me at my house, or IM/email me. That's much better.

*sigh* So much free time to... do the dishes and clean my room! Joy. And play FFX-2, I guess. Lots of time to practice Sphere Break...

Barely any reviews. I know WDKY9 is long though. And barely any replies to the RPG. It was fun at first, but... Forget it, I'm not letting this idiocy get me down. I'll score that Abercrombie job and everything will be fine.

I hope.