Two Weeks Notice

Remember in an earlier post I talked about how much I hated my new job?
Well, dreams really can come true.
Yesterday I got let go. I hate saying "fired" because it sounds so horrible and demoralizing, but I guess it's really the same thing.
And it couldn't have come at a better time, as I am going through a breakup and just generally feeling awesome. So needless to say, I was in quite a state when I left the office last night. And once again, my painkiller of choice was P.O. Only this time, it wasn't just sex I was after. I really just needed him as my friend to be there for me. And he came through like a champ. And then he came in me like a champ. I feel slightly better today, though I'm now entering the stage of grief where you start plotting your revenge on the person who fired you. And thinking about what I can steal from the office. So far I've got some matches and a bottle of Lubriderm. That'll show 'em.