BestBuy broke up with me. Not recently. Like, a week ago, or something. BestBuy said they weren't making enough money, so they broke up with me. How nice of BestBuy to do that. Because I'm not down with no scrubs. So I'm happy they made that decision for me. I wouldn't have been able to. I would've stuck it out until one of us committed suicide.
Anyway. Yeah. I'm without a job. Whats been almost two weeks feels like a month. I didn't officially know what day it was until I turned on my computer. I never check the time without consulting my computer first. Does anyone else ever do that? My desktop, is literally next to my bed. When I'm feeling dangerous, I stretch my hand out and flip the switch, wait three minutes for the modem and router to go blue/green, and I press that button.
So thats been my life without a job. I complained I worked too much, until the check came. And I'm like, fuck everything else. Because hours were hitting top. I was a mere occasional worker, bumped up to full time in less that two months.
I told everyone how I received the little piece of paper from the store manager that asked if I'd like to ditch the title of Occasiona/Seasonal and move on up to Part-time/Full-time. Granted that it didn't guarantee me a job. Oh the fine print! I told everyone in the department how I got one. And now this.
BAM!
Grace, I just don't see us being together. I just don't see us taking this to the limit, to the next step in our lives. I'm sorry, its not you. Its me.
I've been yelled at by customers and talked down to. So I developed a thick skin since the 5 months of working for BestBuy. I could handle another break up.
Sure, I said. No, no. I understand.
Man did I ever look like an idiot.
I've been uber grouchy lately. Just, terribly foul and sour at most anything. I can blame it on the period. Because I'm not a bitch. Not entirely. Not so much as to be told I am. At least not yet. But I'm getting there. I'm at a level of annoyance and sensitivity where anything will piss me off. I took a nap. Because when that level hits the red, its like your car overheating and it automatically knows to shut off before it explodes into a flame that will kill you.
And I did just that. I fell right to sleep. Woke up at 1:19am. Went to the bathroom.
I dug around in the freezer and grabbed some ice cream. Cookies n' Cream extreme double chocolate. Mixed with honey n' oats cereal and diced bananas.
Like cocktail hellbent on drowning my woes. Just the laziest piece of shit you'd know.
And I'm not by any means attempting to garner sympathy. I write this as a means to show how pathetic I can be instead of taking my misfortunes and trucking on like a bad ass.
Proving to my ex, BestBuy, that I don't fucking need you.
So far, you've won. Because I lack the energy to start applying for new jobs, or pulling up my resume and tweaking it.
I'll get around to it. Don't you worry.
I laughed at myself, as I usually do, when I talk to me.
I said, In a month, a month of just relaxing. Then back to work with us.
Like magically I can be like, OKAY. THATS ENOUGH FUCKING AROUND. THATS ENOUGH SKYRIM AND REDDIT.COM AND ICANHASCHEEZBURGER.COM. Time to head back to work. Time to do the 9-5 like everyone else.
Because I can do that.
It took me three months to finally get another job. And they broke up with me. My former job, that is. Time to change my employment status on facebook to BestBuy Mobile 2011-2012.
Anyway,
I'll rebound from this shit. I always do somehow. Maybe I'll find something I actually enjoy doing. Hopefully.