here i am

State Motto: Arizona: But It's A Dry Heat
Music: Blue Flannel - Havin' A Bad Day

Well, today has to be one of the worst days that I can recollect. Had to leave Wes and Tennessee. That was really hard. I think the night before was harder, but I'll get to that later. Leaving Wes was awful. And only the tip of the iceburg to my terrible day.

I felt queasy all morning when I was packing my stuff up and when we were in the terminal, eating breakfast, and on the plane. I thought that eating would make the hurt in my stomach go away, but it didn't. Might have made it worse, actually. I don't know what it was. I was probably making myself sick over leaving, literally. And I'm not like that. On the first airplane back home, a 2-prop rattlebox of a plane, I had to sit straight up with my eyes closed, both fans blasting fully on me, and breathing deep. I seriously thought I was going to have to use a barf bag. How embarassing.

Everything else was fine airport-wise, 'til I got to my car and my house/apartment keys fell off my keychain into the snow. And it was below zero outside. Grr.

Stopped in at work to see what time I worked tomorrow since work was on my way to the apartment, and I needed to pick up some stuff, anyway. I toddle on back to the back of the building where the schedules are posted and look at this week's...Hmmm that's odd. Says I'm not available for the rest of the week. Oh well. I go to look at next week's schedule. And, hmmm...search for number 44, where are you? I know you're in numerical order...let's see, 28, 32, 36, 52...no 44. WTF?

Apparently I have been laid off. And no one bothered to tell me about it. So I'm pretty pissed off. I'm shaking, I'm so mad. I call my mother and use the "F" word. I never say that to her. I'm so mad, I'm yelling at my mother. Not at her, but I'm yelling nonetheless and she has to calm me down.

That's not what a good employer does. They don't just cut back all your hours until suddenly you're only working 6 hours a week and you quit on your own so they can avoid firing you or letting you go. They didn't even do that in my case, which I would have almost rather preferred. I immediately left the store and avoided talking to anyone, even just floor associates who weren't managers. I will call someone in the morning, ask when I work that day, and see what happens from there. If I'd talked to someone tonight, I would have blown up at them and started crying and made a huge scene of myself because when I talked to my mom on the phone, I did the exact same thing.

Then I get home. The fridge isn't working. I don't know what the hell is wrong with it. It keeps making noise like the cooler's trying to kick on, but it just doesn't sound right. I opened it up to get a Pepsie to go with my dinner and noticed that it wasn't cold. Then noticed that my fridge smelled really bad. Kinda like feet.

So there you have it. My shitty day to end a great 8 days off work. And apparently then some.