well, this entry is going to show how a person's life can go to shit in just a matter of moments.......especially when you get that feeling like everything is finally going to be ok. hell is definitely here on earth, kiddies.
so here we go........a list i will foundly refer to as LIST OF ALL DEATH, DESTRUCTION, AND MISERY......or otherwise known as:
MISERY LOVES COMPANY, BIIITCHHH!!
1) the first thing to go incredibly wrong: at work - the owner decided to go to italy to practice (we'll refer to him as dr.f), and when that shit was decided, it was when his partner, dr.d, the doctor i always liked so much, and thought who was so good hearted and down to earth, decided that now the business was resting completely on his shoulders, so he was going to have to turn into a bigger tightwad than before........which left me wondering how that could ever
be possible. to my complete disappointment and horror, i found out soon enough that when the boss i had adored only weeks before first requessted that i keep the lights in the office off when i came back from lunch, because as he said, and i fuckin quote: you aren't going to be here for the next twenty years, but i am........and that kind of stuff adds up to a lot of money over a period of time, and will break him in the end. so ok, i thought, i only have to come in from lunch and answer phones, pull files, and enter shit into the computer in the dark for an hour or so before we re-open, but sure dr. d, no prob. i knew then, and especially when he asked me to make my already tiny-ass time card smaller to save paper, that i was in trouble....actually, i should have known when i first started working there, and they both made me use some made-up copy paper time cards, complete with the last woman's name who had worked there across the top. i'm surprised they didn't give me ones she had already used, and had me fucking white out the hours she wrote down.
2) the next blow came when the tight fucker said that when i claimed my hours, that he wanted me to MAKE SURE that when or if i came in at 9:05 or 9:15 instead of nine, to put that on my time card, even though when dr.f was in charge, he was all fine with how i kept track of my hours, and understood that sometimes i had to drive my girls to school, and they have to be there at nine, so he wasn't all strict about me being there exactly at nine because the other lady came in at eight. plus he knew that i always made up for it sometime, even if it didn't show up right away. but now it's not ok. i was like yeah, what the fuck ever. i don't get paid holidays or get any benefits when i've worked here almost a year, but sure fucking thing, i'll worry about that fucking five or ten extra fucking minutes dr d, you dirty cock sucker.
(keep all that shit in mind, because 1 and 2 will definitely come in handy later.......
3) after all of that shit, i got really sick about two days after speaking with him about the light bulb crisis and the time card dilemma...i spoke with him on a friday, and was really sick two days later, on a sunday. i was so sick from a fever, a massive headache, earaches in both ears, and vomiting, that i had to be taken to the emergency room. thank god for my mom.
anyway......after those assholes put me through every horrid test to man, they gave me a kick-fucking-ass-rock-your-world shot of demerol, and then gave a me prescription and said i had the flu. i was so sick, i was like, you guys are
totally fucking retarded........ but i accepted it, especially when they told me i got the next week off of work! yippee kye yay, mother fuckers!! ha ha!!!
4) well, shit.....if enough wasn't enough, i was still so sick i couldn't stay awake or quit hacking and feeling like i was going to heave for the next week, and i still had a terrible earache in both ears, so i went back to they doctor, and he said that i had FUCKING MONO!!! what the hell? what the fuck, chuck??? i have never had anything like that, and it just blew me away. but as tired as i have been and still am, really, i'm not surprised in the least bit. i just can't believe it took those fucking shit for brain doctors two weeks to tell me what was ACTUALLY WRONG WITH ME.
5) i tell you what.......this next one is the real fucking kicker. after being in contact with the lady i work with and thought that i was really close with, and also talking to my fucking cheap-skate boss several times,(my mother even called to vouche for me), when i got back to work monday, i walked in, and dr dick (which i will now affectionately refer to him as), said, "before you get settled, jj, we need to talk."
the conversation went something like this:
me: ok.........(totally dumbfounded and unsuspecting)
dr.dick: "please know that this has nothing to do with you being sick, because we completely understand. but today is the day we are going to part ways." TRANSLATION: YOUR DUMB ASS IS FIRED!! SO DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN YOUR ASS, YA HEAR????
me: so you're saying that you are firing me? what reason would you have to fire me? what have i done?
dr. dick: "like i said, it has nothing to do with your missing work hecause you have been sick. it's about your (get this shit) timecards. since i have spoken with you, you haven't been claiming your hours correctly. there are still times when you've come in late, and you still claimed 9:00am. you knew how i felt about this.
me: you talked to me the week i was here last, which was a friday, and then two days later i was sick, so how could i have changed anything? and dr. f was defintely ok with how i kept track before, and he knew i always took off the time, he NEVER had any complaints towards me about it. and now all of a sudden the way i've done it is not ok? if you want to know the truth, i think that now you've just hired a new chiro who is totally unknown around here, and you've seen that he has hardly no business on the days he is here by himself, and you've especially taken into consideration what you have to pay me to basically just sit around here on with him on wed and sat, so you have decided that dr.m (this is referring the the new doc) can basically go it alone. i also think that you have noticed that business has dropped off since dr.f left, which let's not forget you KNEW that it COULD, so now you think it will save you money to get rid of me.....you think c (the lady i worked with) can just go it alone the rest of the week, so why pay me? the deal with the time card is just your excuse.
dr.dick:(looking real fucking surprised that i just spewed all of that at him, obviously he didn't think i was very bright or something) "no, that isn't true......i don't know what arrangement you had with dr.f, but i wanted you to do it different, and you didn't. you've done a great job here, and we appreciate it, but this is the way it's going to be. good luck......
while he was saying those last two sentences,i said UH HUH, SURE.....then i grabbed my shit, and started stomping towards the door. when i got there, i whirled around in the doorway and said:
by the way, dr. d, which is it??? i did a great job here and you appreciate it, or i'm a liar and a cheat who is trying to rob your business out of money?? well??? which is it??
To this dr.dick had no response. what a fucking ass pussy. i was so fucking pissed i could have spit nails into his beady-ass eyes, but i didn't.
instead, i whirled around and slammed that fucking door so hard the place fucking shook. good.
and you know, oh my god!! that 5-10-15 extra minutes might have bought me a new car, and financed my new house. that is such a fucking laugh, what a total dick suck he is!!!Ha Ha Ha!!!
i also know that i've never talked that way to someone who is my boss or an elder to me, which probably blows your entire image of me now, but is true, nevertheless. i tell you this:IT WAS THE FUCKING SHEIT!!!HEH! well, it was well deserved, to say the least.
fuck, so now i'm broke and retarded. oh, well, i already was that.
well hell.
now all i do is sit and think about how fucking betrayed i feel, because the lady i worked with, c, (who i was really close to, (at least i thought so anyway), hasn't even bothered to call and check on me. which leads me to believe that she probably knew about it all along.....she was probably even in on it, because i had called her to let her know i was better and coming to work the afternoon that i was fucking SHITCANNED. but could she at least given my pathetic, jobless-ass a fucking heads-up???? oh hellmotherfucking no!!!THE FUCKING CUNT SLOP DOUCHE BAG WHORE!!!!!!!!!
that's all the misery and suffering i have to spread for now.
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