Hey Carpe Diem Que,
“What the fuck is up/wrong with u. You go and see my clients and sell them shit, take half the comission, and then you don’t even order medicals and they all call in complaining, cancel their shit and we lose all the comission. Unless you are hurt or dead then I am so fucking pissed with you. You better have a fucking good reason for this shit before you walk back in this building. Fuck you.”
This message came from a former co-worker, WOW! I was flabbergasted when I read it and it’s funny because I received it through Facebook private message. With an environment like that, who needs it and though she has a credible argument, the tact she used was nonexistent.
So, like a thief in the night, I made my way to the office, left all my valuables behind and took my leave from a company that I never truly fit into anyhow. I look at it this way, I could confront this woman, whose better half works there as well, and tell her what she can do with that crass mouth of hers or I could just leave it as is and plan my exodus accordingly.
Speaking of which, I applied for two cruiseline positions today and revised the old resume. My classmate from British Columbia suggested I pursue acting and I’m strongly contemplating it. I do love screenwriting!
Next blog promises to have juicy-er info, i’m heading to the city this weekend and was reintroduced to a previous lady friend. Could the worst year of my life be turning around during ‘Sundress month’.
Carpe Diem Que
Cam’ron – I hate my job
