I hate to burst the happy bubbles that some of my readers may be living in, but ’tis a fact of life: Shit. Happens.
My shit for the day?
I just lost my job.
Those of you who’ve popped by my “About” page will know that I was working at a motel, both as a receptionist and as a waitress in its restaurant. Tonight, I went in to start my shift and was faced with the harsh reality that I was now unemployed.
Okay, “harsh” isn’t the right word. In a nutshell, the situation was that my boss’ son, having suffered an injury that was preventing him from returning to work, was to be given my job. He is available 24/7; I am a humble university student who shall always put my studies first. Ergo: Jobless Jess.
My co-workers weren’t exactly happy with the news and were saddened to see me go; I had to reassure my boss that there were no hard feelings, as she seemed near tears; oh yes, you could taste the devastation in the air.
But you know what? Shit happens. And sometimes when shit happens, all you can do is say, “Bugger, eh?” and get on with it. Because every cloud has a silver lining. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Everything happens for a reason. [Error: Cliché 4.0 Not Found.]
It is official — I have no job. Bugger, eh?
But I’ve had my whinge, and I feel better. Anybody else want to rant about their “Bugger, eh?” moments? It is rather cathartic.
On another note…
…Anybody looking to hire?
- Love The [Unemployed] Bad Guy