Dear Mom,
Do you remember that day you, dad & brother came for lunch? Well, it turns out that was my last day there. I don't know exactly what happened but I got an email from the boss telling me that he didn't need my services anymore and that I didn't have to come on Monday.
You would think I would be crying out "Why God....Why????"
But I didn't.
In fact, I didn't even care. I hated that job; no wait...I hated the environment. It was like being in a mortuary. I would think, that if I worked at a mortuary, at least the dead bodies would give me the heebie jeebies. I felt so dead, like the world was moving forwards and there I was stuck in a dry office with only two other occupants. Terrible.
So I just thanked my (former) boss and asked how and when I could collect my pay.
But I think it was for the best. Because he fired me, I started my job search again, which I had halted cuz I felt so drained each day coming back from THAT office..
So today I went for an interview for a company that I really2 like...one that I really2 hope will accept me and that the job will be more suitable for me. Plus, the pay is a teensy bit higher.
Wish me luck!!
Sincerely,
Daughter.
