Twitch
Destroyer of worlds. Well, my own anyway.
Well, I’ve lost another job. Had a massive meltdown at work—I lost a stupid phone—and completely lost my mind: sweating bullets, hitting myself, and hyperventilating to the point I fainted. Everyone was actually cool about it; they seemed more worried than angry (they know about my situation) but as soon as I calmed down I realized what I did and walked out from shame and humiliation. Been a week now and just started putting in applications elsewhere but now I have a year-long gap in my work history to explain.
This is about as long as I can hold a job. I usually leave before I get to this point—specifically so I DON’T get to this point—but I wanted to change a bad habit and decided to try and stick with it. Mistake it turns out. Most of what I do ends up in this category.
I’m so sick of this. I’m 52, have no savings, no prospects, exactly one friend left, and the best I’m expecting to find is maybe a dish-washing job at this point. My stepfather used to like telling me I was a waste of a human life and, hate to say it, I’m starting to come around to agreeing.
This is about as long as I can hold a job. I usually leave before I get to this point—specifically so I DON’T get to this point—but I wanted to change a bad habit and decided to try and stick with it. Mistake it turns out. Most of what I do ends up in this category.
I’m so sick of this. I’m 52, have no savings, no prospects, exactly one friend left, and the best I’m expecting to find is maybe a dish-washing job at this point. My stepfather used to like telling me I was a waste of a human life and, hate to say it, I’m starting to come around to agreeing.