Here's the part where I tell you, in the endless space of the Internet, that I lost my job at Blake's. This is the bad occurrence to level out the wonderful obtainment of my DMB tickets.
I knew it was coming, I'm not naive to the fact that it was inevitable. Yet it wasn't for the reasons that I figured it would be, but still, I don't have a job... what does it matter the reason?
I'm blindly optimistic as of now. There seem to be plenty of possibilities in the job market despite my ability to figure out what I actually need to keep me settled for more than a month or two.
I feel that I can't have a job where my personality towards coworkers is what my position relies on (oh gosh). I can't bite my tongue and I can't pretend to be happy. I'm not incredibly outgoing. I can pretend to be for a little while, but after some time I become closer to what I am. In a work atmosphere, I tend to attain the quiet wallflower personality. This doesn't go over well in most places.
Also, if I'm not thrilled I have a tendency to break the rules.
I'm not sure what that leaves me with. Perhaps an overnight position where I can complete my duties without a boss breathing over my shoulder pushing me.
GOOD LUCK, KATIE. GOOD FUCK LUCK.
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